I was 9 when I first fell in love. A red colour remote operated, shiny four wheeler. What a beauty it was. For the people around, it was just a toy.
But, for me, it was that special thing for which I would have done anything. Taking its care like my own child. Cleaning it with a towel after a rough drive at park. Drying it with a hair dryer. Anything that makes it look as good as a brand new one.
As my obsession with it grew, my house got filled with different models, more beautiful than my precious one. But none could take its place. That shiny red Ferrari was my one and only.
Overtime, its system started having problems that couldn’t be fixed after numerous attempts. I did everything that I could do to restore it in its original condition. But all my efforts went in vain.
I gave up. Yes, I finally gave up on it after 3 years. To keep up my spirits, they gifted me a Porsche this time. And what to say now, I hated that I liked it. Well, “like” is an understatement, I loved it. I started hating myself for doing this to my Ferrari. Basically betraying my love for it.
I used to be rough on the Porsche like it didn’t mean anything. Walking it over rock mountains in my city park, taking it through muddy ground in between and sliding it down through slides. I did everything to ruin it and with it my love for it too.
But maybe those sparkling lights had my heart or maybe its ability to turn around smoothly on coarse ground and swim swiftly through damp areas. I really don’t know what it was about that second one that made me forget my first love. And the next thing I knew. My Ferrari was stacked with my other toys.
Isn’t it same in case of love? We think our world ends with someone gone from it. But later a ray of hope shines through the creaks of windows and doors you shut and secluded yourself from world. And that ray of hope still enters not only your life but your heart too, and then again those feels and longings begin to grow up in your chest, later which connects you to something you stopped believing, LOVE.
Yes, second love do exist. Not to make you forget first one, but to reconnect you to the roots of love, which is so desperately needed in this world where it has lost its meaning.