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Psyche
Did I ever have a say in the matter? Did my heart ever choose? I was imprisoned from the beginning. My heart was trapped and wrapped up in a string and you were at the other end of it. It had nowhere to go. You needed only to bide your time, and then pull, and I was yours.
Do I wonder at the inexorable need to be near you? I wish I could resist your gravity. I wish I could release your hold on me. I wish I could shield myself from the arrows you sent my way. But I cannot, I cannot resist the wielder of Love himself. You saw me, chose me, and forevermore my heart is to be your slave.
Dearest, you gave me no options. I do not know what to think of this love; our love. Is it born of the free will and hearts of two individuals, as should be the case; or is it merely the product of you and your devious ways? You play with the emotions of mortals so often that I wonder if you toy with mine as well.
I’ve always dreamed of falling in love. I waited for the day when Cupid would let loose his arrow and find a ready mark in my heart. I did not know it was you, you yourself, who would be there when I opened my eyes. Do you wonder why I doubt you? I had no say in the matter! I had not even gone about the world enough to know whom I like and do not like. It doesn’t matter now, though. You chose for me and I cannot help it: I am in love with you.
I don’t want to. I don’t want to. I detest that I love you because I did not choose to. You wrote my entire love story down for me. I wanted to write a part of it too. You called all the shots. You decided the who, when, where and how. I was only a character that you moved to your will. How do I know that I am not merely deceived into believing the script that you have written down?
How can I trust you? You made me love you. I don’t want to be your puppet on a string. Don’t you want to see what free will would have done to our love story? Wouldn’t you be happier if you knew that if you had let go of my strings, I still would have found my way to you?
You pushed me into love when I should have fallen into it. You pulled me into your arms when I should have walked into your embrace. You shot me with your arrows and took me captive when you should have held out your hand and wooed me.
Dearest, cut your arrow from my heart and let us see if I would still love you.
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