"A Piano Teacher"

"A Piano Teacher"

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Prologue~ A girl of hazel eyes and brown hair, sensitivity controls part of most of her life. She lost her reasons to love since she lost her father and since that day her mom tried to give her all the love she needed. Piano was more than a addiction, it was a passion. Love was a lost star and she did never believed in "true love at first sight" because no one was able to touch her heart, and that girl is me. Avril Linarez A regular day of August, the start of fall . "I was walking to my normal classes, the wind was blowing my hair while the sunlight was reflected on the windows." "Is someone in here?" - I asked. ©LettersObssesed All Rights Reserved. ~2014.
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-- © H.J, All Rights Reserved -- He’s a pianist. She’s a writer. She’s his musical inspiration. He’s her writing muse. They’re as passionate about each other as they are about their professions, if not even more. Each enriches and completes the other, like pen does to paper, like notes to a melody. It’s the kind of love that everybody hopes for, one that’s gentle, honest, supportive, and true—the kind of love that they themselves had hoped for all their lives, though neither one of them had ever thought they’d find it. Gladly, each was proven wrong, but dark shadows still exist and are looming. Inner wars begin to wage. Can traumas be healed and self-forgiveness ever be found? The worlds both around and within them weaken, but the love shared between them does not—even if that’s not so clear at the time. When earthly limits are reached, soulful passion takes over and speaks instead. ~ (Inspired by a true gentleman’s existence that I am blessed and fortunate to fondly recall. Thank you.) ~ XX -- © H.J, All Rights Reserved --

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