Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, body thoroughly used up, tottaly worn out, screaming "WOO HOO. What A Ride!
I know that sounds strange, but I fear loving another for just that reason - trust. If the same thing were to happen ever again, I truly don't think I'd be able to come out the other side like I did before. let's just keep it simple, shall we?