Dear Cupid,
Hope you are not very busy right now.
It is the first time I write to you and certainly it will be the last time. I write this for you just because I think you have forgotten me, if not, why are you so mean to give me a Christmas gift? The Christmas day and Valentine’s Day are approaching now, hope I can receive your arrow, you can put it in a christmas organza bags, so that no one can see clearly about the present, and you will be not be complained by others for partiality on me.
I am more than 20 years old now. In the past 8 years, I have received your arrows for only 2 times. But, you never choose the right one for me, so I get hurt in every relationship. The first time you shoot me when I was in the middle school, your arrow shoot right in the middle of my heart, so I was crazy about that guy and still remember him right now. I cannot express the feeling at that time, for pain is full of my heart when reminds of him. Yes, you gave me a shoot, but you forget shoot him. The second time you shoot me when I was in high school, this time you gave both of us a shoot, so I had an amazing love experience before everything going bad. The boy used to send me a ring which makes me very happy and I still keep the small plastic bags for jewelry which loaded the ring box when we bought it, I ever thought he will be my husband. Everything is change after we graduated from the high school. My sweet cute lover didn’t get to the same college with me. We even not in the same city, but we didn’t give up each other, we share feeling on phone. Until I graduated from the college, I found we have nothing in common and our passion has faded away, while, we can do nothing for stop love from leaving us. We break up in a sunshine day, and I return the ring to him. I believe he has found a pretty wife now, but I’m still single.
Since broken up with that boy, I wonder every day, which one can give me a family. I met a lot of new friend, but most of them are girls or married man. The Valentine’s Day is coming; I really hope there will be a man stay with me to watch a movie, to ridden one bicycle. I finding the guy every day, in every shop, every street, but the man had never shown up. Many girls younger than me have been a mom, but I am still alone. I don’t know why you treat me like this? I am really honest to my life and my lover; I cherish every one you gave to me. I pretend smile every day, I treat my friends as my sisters, but all this cannot bring me a lover. I believe you have seen all my life in the heaven, but why don’t you show me just a little sympathy. Yes, in the past year, you bring some boys to my life, but I’m serious about love and very clear about what kind of man I want. The boys you brought to me totally not the style I like.
I hope you can see this letter and have a think about me, you may not remember my face now, but I believe you don’t forget the old me: the girl wearing a red coat made from cheap apparel fabric; sing a country song on the way home, at that day you shoot me with your arrow. I hope you can shoot me again in this cold morning.
Sincerely,
Hope you are not very busy right now.
It is the first time I write to you and certainly it will be the last time. I write this for you just because I think you have forgotten me, if not, why are you so mean to give me a Christmas gift? The Christmas day and Valentine’s Day are approaching now, hope I can receive your arrow, you can put it in a christmas organza bags, so that no one can see clearly about the present, and you will be not be complained by others for partiality on me.
I am more than 20 years old now. In the past 8 years, I have received your arrows for only 2 times. But, you never choose the right one for me, so I get hurt in every relationship. The first time you shoot me when I was in the middle school, your arrow shoot right in the middle of my heart, so I was crazy about that guy and still remember him right now. I cannot express the feeling at that time, for pain is full of my heart when reminds of him. Yes, you gave me a shoot, but you forget shoot him. The second time you shoot me when I was in high school, this time you gave both of us a shoot, so I had an amazing love experience before everything going bad. The boy used to send me a ring which makes me very happy and I still keep the small plastic bags for jewelry which loaded the ring box when we bought it, I ever thought he will be my husband. Everything is change after we graduated from the high school. My sweet cute lover didn’t get to the same college with me. We even not in the same city, but we didn’t give up each other, we share feeling on phone. Until I graduated from the college, I found we have nothing in common and our passion has faded away, while, we can do nothing for stop love from leaving us. We break up in a sunshine day, and I return the ring to him. I believe he has found a pretty wife now, but I’m still single.
Since broken up with that boy, I wonder every day, which one can give me a family. I met a lot of new friend, but most of them are girls or married man. The Valentine’s Day is coming; I really hope there will be a man stay with me to watch a movie, to ridden one bicycle. I finding the guy every day, in every shop, every street, but the man had never shown up. Many girls younger than me have been a mom, but I am still alone. I don’t know why you treat me like this? I am really honest to my life and my lover; I cherish every one you gave to me. I pretend smile every day, I treat my friends as my sisters, but all this cannot bring me a lover. I believe you have seen all my life in the heaven, but why don’t you show me just a little sympathy. Yes, in the past year, you bring some boys to my life, but I’m serious about love and very clear about what kind of man I want. The boys you brought to me totally not the style I like.
I hope you can see this letter and have a think about me, you may not remember my face now, but I believe you don’t forget the old me: the girl wearing a red coat made from cheap apparel fabric; sing a country song on the way home, at that day you shoot me with your arrow. I hope you can shoot me again in this cold morning.
Sincerely,
