I am here to tell you a Greek tale...
Yes, it is mythology. And yes, it gets messy.
We should probably start with Eros, the original Greek god of love, because technically Cupid came later. Much later. Courtesy of the Romans, who took Eros, renamed him Cupid, added wings, removed the drama, made him chubby and adorable, and suddenly responsible for Valentine’s cards and heart shaped balloons. But that, honestly, is another story.
Back in Greek mythology, Eros was not cute and he was not playful. He was considered a primordial force, older than reason and stronger than will. Love, through Eros, was not moral or immoral, it was inevitable. His arrows did not create romance, they altered destinies. One moment, one glance, and a life slightly or completely redirected.
That is why love at first sight exists, not because there is no reason, but because the reason lives deeper than logic. Our memories, our intuitions and our unspoken longings prepare us long before the moment arrives. What feels sudden is simply recognition, the heart remembering something the mind has not yet learned how to explain.
Eros does not invent love, he intervenes only when a story is already ready to begin. His arrow does not create feelings, it awakens them. What we call a spell is nothing more than instinct, memory and timing aligning perfectly in a single glance.
And perhaps, under Cupid’s spell, is also why certain desires appear without explanation, why some forms, textures and silhouettes call to us before we know their name, why there are things we want and things we choose without fully understanding where the attraction began.
They feel familiar, comforting, almost inevitable. Not because they are random, but because in some quiet way they already belong to us, chosen long before we learned how to recognize them.
So yes, we can blame Eros, we can blame Cupid, but deep down we know that story had already been written for us.
