Cheesy love

We spend our lives searching for it; lab rats running through wooden mazes, uncertain. The cheese promised to us at the corners, glimmers like a pot of gold. Contented, you tell yourself; I’ve found it.

We take a mouthful, and that’s when the problem starts. You say they are lucky, the cheddar was their cup of tea. You preferred the wilder taste of mozerella hence a year or two, the wooden maze envelops you once more. You left.

Parmesans, Camemberts, Roqueforts greeted you with open arms and your teeth marks imprinted on a slice of their gold. Yet appealed not, for that exquisite wild taste still haunts your mind and sucks you back into the maze. Not yet.

The scientists laid the cheese out fairly, Mozerella appeared like a pokemon out of a bush! You stood there gasping in shock, for a beauty you have searched your whole life for; agreed to love you in return. A bite gave you the shivers of excitement and bewilderment. The second made you giddy with happiness; even those thriller rollercoasters could not compare! The third sent shockwaves of joy tingling throughout your whole body. Perfecto.

Nobody remembers, how many teeth sinking did it take before the predators of that wilderness appeared. The sleepless nights, as your tummy churned endlessly. Your tongue clawed out by the Mozerella’s taste, burned. Your body weak, not only with fatigue but the longing of simplicity; Cheddar. It is only then you realized, I miss you.

We all make mistakes. Afterall, lab rats are intelligent creatures. And I believe I’ve read it somewhere before, intelligence complicates even the simplest matters. Oh the irony! You think of the things to say when you meet Chedder once more, the endless possibilities that you could have, the simple plain taste you’ve wanted all along but wait! What if the Cheddar was gone?

We spend our lives searching for it; lab rats running through wooden mazes, uncertain. The cheese promised to us at the corners, glimmers like a pot of gold. Contented, you tell yourself; I’ve really found it.

-Daphne Melodia

True love, never really leave. What’s meant to be is meant to be, no matter how long it takes.

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