On Your Marks...

Dear Cupid,

Happy Valentines Day! I bet you're exhausted, I bet you've drawn your bow so many times already today, that your arm no longer feels like your own. I bet you used every arrow you own and even whittled a few more. I bet you were freezing prancing about in possibly the coldest winter in England for 19 years. I mean it's not too bad down south, but man, up north? Brrrr...

Does it annoy you when people say it's a hallmark holiday? Does it undermine all your hard work? Does it really irritate some people so much, they feel the need to dismiss a day that celebrates love? Does the weight of cynicism in the world sometimes feel too heavy for your little wings and making flying difficult, or is that just wind?

I wonder, when you get back to your cloud will there be a Valentine waiting for you? I wonder do you have a girlfriend? I wonder is there someone baking heart shaped cookies for you as I type? I wonder if you've ever heard the words I love you? I wonder if you've ever been so lonely you shot yourself with your own arrow?

How did you become who you are? What qualifications did you require? Did you have to take a course? I hope the benefits are good, even if the people are a little ungrateful. Feel free to swing by mine for cookies...

Yours sincerely,