// Dear Cupid,//
I’m getting a little tired of that sharp pain in my rear that signals you’ve loosed another arrow.
It seems like every time I experience love it is either one-sided or too complicated to pursue.
To love without being loved in return is truly the worst one can ever feel. I give a piece of myself to another but am left as an incomplete puzzle.
I am lonely, Cupid. I am afraid.
Is your eyesight failing you or do you enjoy these games? Your quiver of arrows is shrinking and I worry that you’ll never have the chance to hit your target.
Aim. Aim well and fire true.
My dear Cupid, it’s the least you can do.