Dear Aphrodite,

I would like to mention that ALTHOUGH this is your job, you're scretching it out rather painfully for me. I remember a mere year ago, I was innocent, naive, and the Comforter To Make Up For The Male Race's Stupid Mistakes. And now? Now I feel like a lovestruck fool. Don't think I've tried to stop it; deny it; and even embrace it in an effort to suffocate it. Heck, I even tried being feminist.

It didn't quite work out.

So you dipped my heart in your golden love bath, and now I feel rather lost in my own mind. It's amazing what a certain glance does to me; it's almost disturbing that I smile a lot more, I joke more, I'm replotting territories I thought were covered.

But I remember a faint memory....I seem to be happy...about...being.....SARCASTIC, MAYBE? ABOUT BEING SLIGHTLY PESSIMISTIC? Because I also seem to recall having a lot more time for thinking about oh, you know, controversial world topics, rather than thinking about a certain face.

So I kindly inquire that you please remove all of Ero's arrows from my poor little heart. And please refrain from the sport again until I have my life under some sort of order, more or less.

Much respect,

Aryanda

p.s.-- I'd like to keep the memories