i want to fall in love everyday

i want to fall in love everyday

but there is so much grief

because ive been told tell me love is a concept created by industrialists to sell their mediocre chocolates

the romance books told me love, if done right, doesn’t happen twice.

the scientists told me the atoms of our skin gets replaced every year meaning our skin will lose the memory of everything we’ve ever touched

but the fingerprints on our souls

they remain.

they persist through every new lover, every new home, every new route, every new family

the fingerprints on our souls never fade away.

because i remember the pen pal i had when i was 12

who told me poetry is not difficult.

its simple

its feeling.

i remember the doctor who told me that the little bookstore cafe on his way over reminded him of me.

the teacher who treated me like her daughter

the girl in my english class who lent me her favourite book

so, if i had to answer what love was,

i’ll stitch you an ill fitted sweater of threads of these memories

it will keep you warm,

just enough.

and i so hope the authors were wrong about love not happening twice

because i want to fall in love everyday

i want fall in love when i see the eyes of street dogs when you feed them

i want to fall in love with the guards who let you enter without your id card because well they’ve remembered you

i want to fall in love with the people i mirror when i cross the road because god knows i would be dead without them

i want to fall in love with a man i met for one day and then forget him for ten years (this one might be a little tricky)

i want to fall in love with the drunk girls who believe it is their duty to take care of every heartbroken introverted girl at the club

i want to fall in love with everyone who starts dancing with our little group when we play music in a little corner

i want to fall hoplessly madly in love with the person who falls in love with me everyday

i want to fall in love everyday

but there is so much grief

and so much love.

and i know it’s here.

it’s me. it’s you.

-avni jain