it was a little story I have read somewhere…
It was about a guy. Who wanted to have a gorgeous CAR. A special car, one that was always his dream to have one. One that he wanted since he saw it for the first time. And because of things in his life, he couldn’t have it that time. He had another car. He was happy with it, he drives it, he likes and loves it. But… his dream was still that other CAR. That special one. He turns on the street when he saws that car, and somehow he feels he is “cheating” the car he uses. Because he is just using that good old car, until he reaches his dream car.
The moral of the story was different. It was not about the car. It was more a metaphor for love. For loving somebody, and being sure, he/she is the one. That special someone, who you always dreamed about. Is it fair to the “replacement” person? Well who knows, life is not fair in general, so why should be love be different? Is good to love somebody. Because loving is good. But it’s much better to love that person who you dreamed of it. Who you know: FOR YOU he/she is the one.
