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When I first met love, he was Cupid. He showed me how to shoot the arrows. He lent me his bow. We had innocent fun. He taught me how to aim. We watched halves becoming whole.
Love became Aphrodite. I watched the couples I made, wishing I could be one of them. If I was making halves whole, I was still a half. I was helping everyone but myself. I envied her. I followed her, like a pup follows meat. Wherever I went I wanted her by my side. So people could turn and look. To have the presence of Love was the most powerful feeling, to feel so important to so many people. She taught me how to charm, how to make more people flock over, how to find that special someone that would make me whole.
Love became Eros. Adorable Cupid, gone. Beautiful Aphrodite, evaporated. I could sense his impending presence, pushing me to do things I never would. Behind me. The feeling of his needle pricking into my heart, weaving thread between him and me. Oh so tightly woven. A fantasy: that we could have a happily ever after. But no one told me the secrets of love, that lovestruck eyes are the most dangerous of all. Eros took out his scissors and cut the cord. I opened my eyes and his cloak fell. A hideous monstrosity, Love. I tried to hard to find Love, to follow Love, it was ironic that the only thing I could ever wish for was that Love stop following me. Everywhere he shadowed me, looking right at me, pinching the petals of the flower I was. He was there in every person I had drawn to me, everyone I had charmed with what I had learnt from Aphrodite. .
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