Random thoughts

In this sombre mood, when I get too philosophical, the strangest of stories come back to me.
There was this once when I read somewhere that Love was more enjoyable when it was not yours to take, but yours to give.
When you have loved someone for most of what you can remember of your life, he states enigmatically that, you will love her more because she was unattainable and her fey attractions will always be more enticing and enduring than if we were the object of their love.
However stupid it may sound it rings true everytime I think about it. For instance, didn't the toy in the shelf, the one your mum wouldn't buy you look more enticing than the one you already had at home?
Doesn't that car look amazing? But once you own it all sense of awe and wonder disappears over a week. What happened to that girl you so desperately loved after she agreed to go out with you?
Do all things lose their wonder we held for them once we have it?
Food for thought!