A Love Letter
I'd like to have a word with Cupid. Maybe it's just me, but I was under the impression that he existed only to sling arrows of love into the hearts of the young. I thought that he lived for nothing other than to ignite the flames of passion, spark the magic, all that good stuff. Clearly, I'm wrong. Or maybe just unlucky. Whatever the case may be, his arrow missed me by a long shot. In other words, unless I become skilled with a lasso, wrestle the little cherub to the ground, and personally impale one of those damn arrows into my heart, I don't think that I'm going to make it under the wire with a boyfriend in time for Valentine's Day.