Love?

Think of the first car you ever fell in love with when you were 16.

You've loved it since you first saw it. The headlights, the curves of the body, the way the grille seemed to smile when you looked at it. But, for whatever reason, you couldn't have it.

So you told yourself "someday...me and that car...together."

Life goes on, and you grow up. Sure, you have other cars and that car has other owners, but you never forget that car. You never stop thinking about that car or how happy you think it will make you some day.

Suddenly, it's 10 years later and you have the chance to have the car you've always dreamed of.  You pull the carfax and find out some things about it's past that make you less than happy. But it's the car you've always wanted so you accept the fact you can't change the past and decide to press on with the future.

Do you continue with your plan to get the car or do you pass on something you've thought a lot about? At what point do/should you forget about your "dream" of having that car?

Now replace the word "car" with "girl" and answer the questions at the bottom again.
I'm not trying to say women are property or anything like that, but the principle is the same.

Story of my life.