Missing out?

Continuing from my last entry, I'm 29 years-old and I have never been in love. That seems so sad to me. Life feels even shorter now that I'm turning 30 in a couple months, and time has gone by so fast. So maybe love is a greater force that controls you in good time? I wonder, is it better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all? I probably am missing out on a great experience, but is being in love really better than the heartache that comes with losing love?