Heart of a myth

-Chapter one-

M.H

I've always wanted to ask someone what the meaning of love really means to them, since i could never truly understand, i want to understand the exhilarating rush of meeting that one person that can make you excited to live till the next day.
Or the person who you can count on to make an effort to be there for you when they could. But that is just a dream, one that can not come true with just a snap of my pale fingers. All I know about it all is that it's just something you can't control yourself and that it's not your choice who you end up falling head over heels for...

It's a complicated thing for me in the end since i've always known that I just have to end up dealing with the pain of knowing the truth about this topic and how it works, but at the same time I wish I could find this person who makes me go crazy like my dad did once before at one point in time, he has told me all about my mother and how she was so elegant with all her beauty and youth. But for my dad and his idea of love is tragic then you would think... ever since my mother had passed away.
He used to love my mom more than life itself but when she did pass he no longer could live for love or anything of that source.

But how can cupid himself hate love? The man who is known to create love and compassion to others? That is another mystery to me.

But now all my dad does with his last longing days is well, do his job of course, being cupid... He hides away in his office for most of the day pairing up people to fall in love, either that being co-workers or friends and even enemies! He didn't care as long as the job was getting done.
And I am up next for the cupid's name even if I don't necessarily want to waste my day away, well more than I already do, making people fall in love with random people against their own wishes.

But I, Madden, as cupid's son, have no voice in that.
For me I don't totally understand the concept of cupid and what my dad does as his daily routine since I feel what he is doing isn't a good thing in all ways...not to mention I have never truly believed in love and all of the tales my father has told me, but what I know about it, is that love is a magic thing. And no one can experience it freely without my fathers help...well that is what I have been taught throughout my life as a boy in the heavens with a myth of a father by my side.

But of course like all of those fictional love stories people read to their naive kids, they lie to their readers of what the expectation of love is so the said readers can soon be crushed by the reality of it, and how love is not true.

Well that is what I thought.