Cardigans And Rubik's Cube

My best friend messages me "How was your day?", I was expecting the same from someone else. I tell her I am hurting a little. She clarifies if it's because of my past lover. Poor soul has lost count of how many lovers I have mourned over. I laugh at her seriousness.

"It’s my friend", I tell her, "the one I recently fell for and got rejected even before asking". No, this case is not what you think. We like each other; rather he made me fall for him only to know it’s a blurred reality. He is half broken and half happy-go-lucky, quite like my best friend. They’ve loved too hard and shattered their souls.

Love, I tell you is my favourite muse. It’s got to be like knitted cardigans in summer. You can’t wear them always but it stays close to your heart. They are special, you keep them forever hoping for the season to arrive sooner and feel the warmth again.

Love, shouldn’t always be a want. You just need to keep that person close to your heart and wait for the right season. Love doesn’t need to be like sunshine with rays, always peeping through the window. Let leaves fall, your heart go cold once in a while. The furnace is right beside you with the right amount of heat to heal you, always.

But these people seem to get it all wrong. They have learnt a game in life, ‘To date and not commit’. "Gives peace", they say. I mock and coax them to turn preys again. My best friend asks, “What about you, don’t you get hurt?”

Me? I think I am a Rubik’s cube. No matter how much I break, I will still come up to you with an unsolved riddle to be played again, hoping someday I'll become the easiest game for you to fall in love with. I guess I am like that. I tried playing my recent lover’s game with him for a change, and I kept falling for him. How could I not? After all, I had started knitting my cardigan.