Love Symphony

Love Symphony

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I am now sitting here, peacefully, in this big wide hall. But in this big wide hall, there is us, only us. You are standing there, both visually and musically charming, playing your violin and putting all of your emotions into this new original song. I look at you, at that sharp jawlines, at that high cheekbones, at that shining bright blue eyes, at that well-sculpted nose. You are into this song and you are constantly moving your arms and bodies. You smile when you see me focusing on you. You love my attention and my satisfactory. Our gaze meets and music is our only words. Nothing in here is made redundant. In here, it is just you and me. The song is played beautifully. All the melody, it is just perfect. You look at me and smile and I can see that noticeable dimples which make you even charming and hot. Everyday, I can just feel that you are getting hotter and hotter. Today, you had yourself styled and hair swept aside, and that is enough to melt my heart because my melting point is 1000 fahrenheit but you are 5000 fahrenheit hot, how can I not be melted? You walk to me slowly and puts your violin beside me. I know that song is for me. "Do you like it? I hope you do because I have put many effort in it. I have used 3 days 5 hours 38 minutes and 5.11 seconds to compose it although my record is..." I cover his mouth. "Stop babbling," I chuckle."And I know what is your longest time in composing a song. 5 days 6 hours 24 minutes and 8.07 seconds, right? I remember." I smile. "And thank you, I like it a lot." "How about the composer? Do you like him?" he teases and wiggles his brows. "I don't know. You tell me?" I chuckle. "Really? He is hurt now..." He covers his heart and pretends sobbing. "You know because he really loves you, my dear." He says. "I know, it is just..." I can't believe how much he has actually changed. However, I don't think he deserves people like me. Music draws us together but in my concept, backgrounds will only draw us apart.
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