He's a lousy shot

In the modern view of the mythical Cupid, we seem to have lost sight of the fact that he was a mischievous bastard. He's not working to make people fall in love, he's working to make trouble through misguided infatuation. How often have your own romantic involvements gotten so confused that they can't be called "triangle" in even the most liberal sense? At the moment I have chains and side-tracks along with any number of good excuses as to why each arrow points only one way. The tangled graph grows and shrinks, and all of us are just waiting to see a little spark in return.

I don't know if we'll ever figure it out.

Mokalus of Borg

PS - It all seems so much smaller when it's written down.
PPS - It's still just as hard to handle, though.