I hear the door slam downstairs and I jump Up, startled. I moan and walk downstairs to see Andrew on the couch and Cupid no where to be seen. "Wheres Cupid?" I ask, yawning.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind