OUCH! So swift and sharp is the edge of the Cupid’s arrow. A piranha bite pales in comparison to a slight lick from the arrow of love. The wounds, regardless of whether deep or not, always sting. Every shot is another wound for your mind to heal. Some of us heal quickly, some aren’t as fortunate. What many of us call “love”, is really just a seesaw existence because as we love, we hate, we fall and we get knocked down, we rise up and then we do it all over again! Centuries have only proved one thing: that we wouldn’t have it any other way!