I am cupid, angel of love. That arrow thing is a myth, Childhood ruined. We snap our fingers like magic to make people fall in love. But humans are too dumb to realize that, They call it destiny. The truth behind it, We plan everything out for both people to meet at the same time But humans would still call it coincidence Then one day, I met this boy... He's no ordinary human being. My magical snaps and claps do not work on him Only then I knew who he was, A non believer of Love.