Hello to all and to all a pleasant evening. My name is not of concern but if you want to know just call me Eros. At least that’s what everyone seems to call me. I have no idea what I am but I like to consider myself a monster. Not like “ROAR!!! I’M AN OGRE!!” Type of monster, don’t be silly. But to my dismay and to others as well I’m an object of many things but lots of people and things I should say loathe me. While to others I am the greatest thing to happen to them and to people around them, many and I say many with big captions hate me. I have been subjected to the awe, envy and favorably desired by of the young and old. I have been the cause of death for many and even written for the cause of peoples demise. Can you believe that?! I can’t. Seriously! Ever since I should say “popped” into existence not born into this world people adored me and scorned me for reason I do not know. And very little are scared of me. Those who are scared of me I find curious but eventually over time they stop fearing me. Curses, songs and writings about me always seem to be something akin to bad or good luck. To people I am but a word of four letters. But to me I feel like a plague or I dare say a “monster”. I wonder what I really am to this word and why people feel so strongly about me. Over the years and throughout many languages I have been called many things. I chose to give you guys in the beginning of all this one of my given names by said people which is “Eros” for those who forgot but in this day and age I go by a different name known widely more than my others. Can you guess what my name is? Ahh not quite there but close…Oh come on I will give you another try… oh you give up?? Well fine no need to pout I’ll tell you. Come close. Closer. Not that close I don’t want your cooties. There! And now the moment you’ve been waiting for…. My name is… love.