Cupid, the baby with a bow and his heart shaped arrows, ready at all time to ruin your life with love.
Love, it's unexpected, comes when you need it the least and leaves when you need it the most.
It's silly to think a baby decides when you fall in love, not even the baby but the arrow.
He shoots his arrows around, let them fall like rain all over the earth, trying to heal it from hate and pain.
Sometimes, you get lucky and the one you love got the other side of the arrow.
But most of the times, that luck isn't on your side, and that's when hate and pain are created.
It's a vicious circle, that sometimes gets broken.
Well, that is if you even believe in love and cupid.
If you don't, this doesn't even makes sense, and you may just as well think that love sucks, even if you don't get that arrow in your ass.
