Something i got in my email this morning

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot
on it for the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.
One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were
more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea:
"Let's play hide and seek!" All of them liked the idea and immediately
Hurt shouted: "I want to count, I want to count!" And since
Nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Hurt, all the others agreed.
Hurt leaned against a tree and started to count: "One, two, three..."
As Hurt counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage.
Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the
Centre of the earth.
Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking.
And Hurt continued to count: "... seventy nine, eighty, eighty one..."
By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden – except Love.
For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And
this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it
is to hide Love.
Hurt: "...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven..." Just when
Hurt got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid.
And Hurt turned around and shouted: "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
As Hurt turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because
Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn
of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the centre of the earth. One by one, Hurt found them all - except Love.
Hurt was getting desperate, unable to find Love. Envious of
Love, Envy whispered to Hurt: "You only need to find Love, and
Love is hiding in the rose bush."
Hurt grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush.
Hurt stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.
Hurt, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love's eyes with a pitch fork.
"What have I done! What have I done!" Hurt shouted.
"I have left you blind! How can I repair it?"
And Love answered: "You cannot repair my eyes. But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide."
And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Hurt.