Love is like a music in the heart. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then you must forget the rules and play from your heart. He was the music of my heart, the melody that touched both of my heart and soul. His love was music to my soul, and his touch was lyrics to my heart. He was the music I would never forget, the rhythm that taught how to love. But how could that be? When his love was already taken by someone. Someone who is far beyond perfect than me. What would I do, when my heart already beats for him?