A Song for Someone Else

Amadeo Bros Series #2

When I was young, I heard the saying, "Knowing a person is like music. What attracts us to them is their melody and as we get to know who they are, we learn their lyrics."

I was five years old when I first met him, a six-year-old boy playing a beautiful melody on his little brown guitar. I still remember the first song I heard from his intoxicating voice, and it immediately caught my attention. His music made me feel at ease and worry-free.

But he knew about my condition.

After I confessed my feelings to him, he never spoke to me again. He didn't reciprocate my feelings, which wasn't a surprise to me. Who could possibly fall for someone like me, who was like a grenade that could hurt those around me? I didn't want to cause pain and leave unforgettable scars on those closest to me.

When I saw him fall in love with another girl, I didn't feel hurt. Seeing him smile so sweetly with her was enough for me. As long as he was happy, that was all that mattered. I knew he would never look back at me, and I was content with dying without causing him any pain.

If being his last lesson and helping him become a better person for someone else was what it took, I would gladly do it.