Cupid, Amor or Eros...people call that little chubby looking boy with wings and bow with many names, but I prefer to be called Key.

My job, make people who has lost their hope in love to believe in love again. I don't shoot anyone with arrows (who even invented that brutal idea?) but maby it feals like that when you fall in love again after a long time. 

I'm not the only one, there are others too, how would I be able to do my job properly if I would be alone, have anyone payed attention of the numbers of people who have stated not to love again? I mean, all those nasty pictures of killed Cupids in the internet, there are too many against one. *shivers*

This is a job, lonely job and I didn't choose it, this job just chosed me.

No one can see me or hear me. Sometimes I just sit around people in the park and pretend I'm having a conversation with them. My favorite place is to sit on the roof of big buildings and just watch people passing by with their busy lifes. 

Sometimes I feel so wronged when people don't grap the chance to love. 

I can't love, never, it's a rule.

All the love that I have belongs to those people I try to help. Everytime I help one, I give a piece of my love away. 

Not that romantic huh? 

I just wish there would be someone who could see mee, even for a second, even once....