Soooooo Cupid and Psyche sittin in a tree (well a tower) k-i-s-s-i-n-g.... I'll tell you the story how they met. Psyche was the youngest daughter of three and was the most beautiful that words were inadequate for description. Men started devoting their time to Psyche instead of Venus. She was pissed when men stopped going to her alter and went to follow Psyche. Venus then sent her mischievous son Cupid to tradgify (is that a word?) her love life. Cupid gathered his materials and went to the chambers of beautiful Psyche with the bitter love on his lips to be able to "cast a spell" on her. Cupid touched her with his arrow and she awoke, but it startled Cupid, so he injured himself with the arrow too. Psyche went on without finding a suitor because of the wrath of Venus. Her parents went to the oracle and it was told that her lover wasn't mortal. She then willingly said let me go there, so that I may not cause sadness (to her parents). The mountain top was reached and she was carried away by winds. She wound up on Cupid's island and wandered around amazed by its beauty. Then life continued on!
The perfect love story? There is none. As depressing as that sounds, I really think that long marriages and friendships are the perfect? love story. My grandparents were married for over 50 years and when my grandmother was in a nursing home, my grandfather walked over until he couldn't walk there anymore (he lived in the assisted living around the corner). Devotion like that is amazing and probably as close as a human perfect love story will come to existing.
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