I typed this the other night at like midnight, and I'm sorry that I didn't post it as doc, but the actual doc itself had some pretty personal things. So here:
Love is a beautiful thing; a dangerous thing. It starts wars, fuels anger, and it kills. Love is not a thing that is carried on the wind, nor is it harnessed easily. It’s cold, and it’s warm. Dark and light. Evil and good. Helen and Paris’ love started wars, Romeo and Juliet’s love caused death. Cupid is not a small angel in a loincloth, he is a shadow; a whisper. He does not relish in the pain he causes, nor in the beauty he brings out. He is stuck in a repetitive cycle of not caring and caring too much. And when he cares too much, bad things happen. Bad things happen often. Sometimes bad things happen not out of love, but of jealousy. The human race as a whole doesn’t focus on that. We focus more on the beautiful love stories that are filled with heartache in the name of love. We do stupid, stupid things in that name. A name that we do not often know or recognize. Everyone seeks it, but not everyone finds it in the end. Many people in today’s time do not even recognize love at all and cannot see it in others. They are disturbed by what they see and want it to stop. People take the love of others as their own concern, as if they do not have enough. They want to harness love to the point where it’s theirs and only theirs, and only fits their standards and beliefs. It’s disappointing, and it’s surely not how cupid wanted things to go.