Dear love,

please don't shoot me with your Cupid's bow.

Oh, how I miss you playful love.
I've traveled far from the ports of conventional comfort to dive back into the wild in search of you.

I am shamelessly an addict under your spell.
My tolerance has risen & I now require a much stronger dose.
Anything less will just not do.

I need to be fully intoxicated by your words, by your touch, by the small moments that illuminate the shine of the stars veiled above & that sweeten red wine.

Oh, how you have made me so dependent on your rose smoke.
I have turned into nothing more than a fiend, aching to be enveloped by those 3 notorious words.

- Josephine M. Zeceña

Loves arrows struck me not from Cupid for a lover but for life's great gifts. Now I love life.

In Greek mythology, the god of love, Cupid,
is the counterpart of Thanatos, the god of death.
You’re probably thinking, that’s an odd pair.
The Greeks were all about odd pairs.
Are you really surprised?
Because love is contentment and happiness.
Whereas death,
Well, no one really wants to talk about that.
But these obviously contradictory themes
Are more similar than we think.
One, At some point we’re gonna experience either.
Two, you don’t want to experience either on your own.
No one wants to die alone
Nor have unrequited love.
And three, the sensations of both are eerily similar.
Now I know why you take my breath away
And why my heart palpitates
whenever I see you;
The same sensations that someone gets
When they’re having a cardiac arrest.
Falling in love is like being on the precipice of death
Maybe that’s why they call it “falling” in love
Because when you fall from something,
You will splat on the ground,
With your insides out there for someone to see
And you’re wondering
if they like what they see.