“So the moment you feel yourself treatable by my system, act as I tell you. No leisure - that’s rule number one. Leisure stimulates love, leisure watches the lovelorn, leisure’s the cause and sustenance of this sweet evil. Eliminate leisure, Cupid’s bow is broken, his torches lie lightless, scorned.”
Ovid, Cures for Love, lines 135-140
Say that the love story didn’t end all that well, and there was no happily ever after. Well, old Ovid’s got you covered. In his Cures for Love, the ancient Roman poet offers sage advice on how to recover from a what can feel like nearly fatal blow dealt by the arrows of Eros. Or, well, Cupid rather. I suspect we should stick with the Roman version of the god of love in this particular case.