The Last Play
I take some steps toward the love of my life. The one true love that has supported me through all of my life’s hardships, the one true love that has never left my side irrespective of the situation. As my steps grow closer, all I’m reminded of is how this one dearest has helped me realize my mistakes, helped me turn into a better me than me. “Oh, another typical love story”, you may say, but this, this is not the story of love you’re expecting. This is the story of my love for someone who’s not someone. The story of my love with my love being my piano. The story of love between a piano and its instrumentalist. A story of sadness, desperation, despair, and separation but at the end, a beautiful story nevertheless. I think this story started the day I first laid eyes on my piano. Or maybe it started the day I first went to a concert, or the day I first played a piano. Anyway, the path I’m on right now was laid forward the day of my birthday, the 17 th one. I h...
