is it true? | jjk

열하나

i remember when i gave up on my dreams.

i remember not looking at the piano the same ever again. there were too many memories of you embedded in those ivory and ebony keys that i wanted to forget. the music produced from its strings were too nostalgic of you.

so i stopped performing. i stopped giving lessons to children in my free time.

i remember closing the lid on my very own piano for the last time.