Let me share to you my friend's comparison of a vase with love. I share this simply because it somehow depicts my story as well.
You are my best friend and I am in love with you. With that, I compare you to a vase. Why a vase you may ask?
You are like this delicately created vase, so beautiful yet so fragile, and is there only for display and not for me to own. It's like, I have this intense desire to buy and own you from that shelf where you sit, but I am too afraid that if I "purchase" you, I might not be able to give you the proper care that you deserve. I might just break you, deprive you of the elegance you once had and lose you forever.
But at the same time, I'm greatly terrified that if I just let you sit on that shelf, someone else might took notice you and claim you as his, thus, deprive me from enjoying your presence.
It took me a really long time to decide, but eventually I decided to buy that vase and make sure to make extra efforts in taking care of it. And I was already at the cashier, sure as ever about the great decision I'm about to do. But then, I was too late, someone else had already "purchased" you. And I'm just a minute too late.
