What?
I'm too freakishly loyal in love, and I hate the very state of it, like a fever or sickness of the soul, so I avoid it like the plague.
Nothing sad about that.
I don't mind having my heart broke just the once, it makes the peices harder to find next time round. Like a well excercised muscle, the thing becomes stronger with wear.
Anyway, it is not in the least bit sad.