Cupid must have struck me with his arrow for I cannot get you out of my head. It pains me that I am so far from where you are, my love.

So you shot yourself? Your words are like poetry and you look like a sculpture come to life. But it is confusing to me why you, a god, would be drawn to a human.

Is it that obvious? Or is it that my gaze on you is unsettling? Though I would think you would have many gazing upon you. There must be men the distance of Rome to the end of the empire waiting for you.

If they do I can’t say I’ve noticed… I mostly kept to myself until I met you. I think our meeting underneath the chandelier was purely accidental

Accidental? I highly doubt that. I think the Parcae had decided this match a long time ago. Though I do not think they understood how deeply crazed I would become for you. My emotions are a storm just thinking of every part of you.

If you are so crazed then maybe you should come back to me? There is so much more to the city than the MET. We could get coffee and sit in the park.

Mhm… fine you have convinced me I was trying to resist you but you are too tempting to leave be any longer.

I have good news! The paintings I did of you will be displayed at a gallery in Rome. I will be with you soon my love, and my muse.