There is a pair of shoes that I long to own. Its been about 4 years already. Its super expensive (for people like me, at least), it is a designer shoes, and its absolutely gorgeous.
I bought it.
But I am not in the slightest happy.
Perhaps it wasn't the shoes I wanted.
Perhaps it was the idea of wanting the shoes was what makes the shoes so special.
Because now that I have it, its nothing special anymore...