"Oh, my darling. You are everything I have ever wanted. When we are together, my heart soars. Apart, I wait for our next time together with breathless anticipation; anticipation of the way you respond to my lightest touch, like a thoroughbred. Your leather seats warm me…. "
You knew that was a new car owner right from the start of course. No?
There are many kinds of love you see, and as it turns out (and yes I am sadly aware of how cynical this sounds, so think about it and challenge me if you like), the kind of love we have for a car and the kind of love we have for a mate are sometimes quite close. This love differs wildly from the sort of love we have (or should have) for our children. That love, what the Greek agape was used to describe is an unconditional love and mirrors the sort of love I meditate on in the morning these days.
Sadly, the car will get older and need repairs and fall apart and naturally at some point love of car turns to put up with old heap turns into lust for a new and sleeker, or more functionally sufficient model.
Lets face it, if you went out one morning and there was a horse and wagon where your car should be, you would be horrified.
If your child comes to you and reveals that they have "become a horse" and needs your understanding and help, it is a different matter, one hopes. But what of a spouse? Is our love of spouse more like love of a possession? Is our spouse simply a high maintenance piece of equipment that needs to be coaxed along so that it can fulfil its purpose in our grand scheme?
Is it true love? Yes, of course it is, but what sort of love is it?