Cupid's Arrow

So. . .

So Cupid, I was just wondering what happened?

Because see, I sent you a letter, I specifically told you to answer me at the right time, when I'm finally ready. And so when you answered me, I thought I already was ready. But I was wrong. I was definitely wrong. I did not expect this mind blowing experience. One day the chocolates were sweet and luscious and then suddenly. . . it expired.

Well Cupid? Do you have something to say for yourself? You should be ashamed! You shot the arrow right then and there but you failed to check the strength of your so-called arrow.

And yes, I am blaming Cupid for all my love problems. But don’t worry, I’m not crazy. I’m actually “okay” now. It was my fault after all, or was it?

I was not ready at all. But that’s okay. I can manage. After all, I’m not the only one who went through this. I can come back again.

So technically, Cupid wasn’t at fault at all. It was ours. And that is what we have to solve. It’s time to actually realize both our mistakes and fix it. Cupid shot the arrow, but he was not responsible for it to suddenly break. Cupid shot the arrow, but the arrow was fragile. That’s because the arrow is supposed to be taken care of. The arrow will be strong once you’ve put up the foundation. But it doesn’t mean that if you have an arrow then it’s real, it could be fake, you could just be catching the arrow that wasn’t supposed to be yours. The point of this sappy love something-something is that, I’m broken. And I was wrong to be delusional. I guess I had to learn the hard way. But nothing has come to an end yet, I’m still here, admitting to myself the wrong of everything and I guess soon time will just be my best friend for now, whether it will fix things or will it remain broken.

So Cupid, I’m sorry I didn’t took care of your arrow, I was taking it for granted. Please forgive me. Give me a chance to witness it once again, and to feel it. This time, I promise to be patient. I still don’t know if you handed me the right arrow or not but would you do me a great favor and fix my bow.

We hold our own bow’s not Cupid. We had the right to aim, because we decided to do it. We should fix our aim next time, but maybe we had the right aim, just a fragile arrow.