In Greek mythology, there’s a god that’s in charge of desire, erotic love, attraction and affection. His name is Cupid; often referred to as the son of Venus – the goddess of love. He oftentimes uses his weapon of the bow and arrow to strike other beings so they feel either uncontrollable desire for something else or the desire to flee. It is said that if he strikes two beings with a single gold arrow, they will fall madly in love (or the exact opposite if using a lead arrow).
But what if he misses and only strikes one?
One will fall in love while the other will not – causing the epitome of the phrase: unrequited love. It is as if the wolf is in love with the moon and cries for a love that it will never touch. Or like a stack of domino tiles carefully placed with the first tile falls for one but they fall for another. It’s the loneliness of being in love with someone completely and without reserve but also knowing that you are not loved that way in return.
So I can ignore him, pretend he doesn’t exist, but I pray to God that He knows what He is doing and that we aren’t supposed to end up like this. I guess I’m still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, there’s a piece of hope that someday, it will.