Rubik's Cube (Prose)

    Hey, wow, it's been awhile. I'm doing fine, just living, you know. It's easy if you practice. Say, do you remember when I spent weeks trying to solve that Rubik's cube? I had such a hard time. I couldn't wrap my mind around the concept at all. Every chance I got, I had my hands on those little colored squares, twisting them this way and that. You laughed and watched and encouraged me. Then finally, one cold Sunday when no one else was around, you walked up to me and covered my busy hands with yours. My breath stopped and I found myself unable to meet your eyes. You took the cube, and I let it go, my hands falling limply to my sides. As you held it, I watched, waiting for your miraculous pronouncement that would reveal to me the secret of this confusing puzzle. Finally, softly, you said, "You know... maybe we should just peel off the stickers."
    After a few incredulous seconds, I laughed. I laughed until I cried. You kept asking me why, but I couldn't speak, and even if I could have I wouldn't have known what to say. I know now, of course. That was the moment when I saw you not as an untouchable, divine being, but as a human, a boy with thoughts and feelings, talents and faults. You know, it's funny, but I loved you more in that moment than I ever had before.
    When I finally got control of myself, we spent the next fifteen minutes or so carefully pulling off and rearranging those bright little stickers. Afterward, we high-fived and congratulated one another on our ingenuity, showing off our accomplishment to anyone who happened by.
    What? Love? Did I say that? You must have misheard me. We're friends! Pals forever and for always.
    So, how are things with what's-her-name?