Violin

I used to spend countless hours listening to him playing those sad melodies that tore at my heart. My sister’s favorite melodies were played again and again by the lover she left behind. His sadness was eating away the love I had for my sister as my feelings for him grew even deeper.

I loved him so deeply, that I didn’t care enough for his heart. He loved her, and he only played his black violin for her.

I was lost in sadness because of him, but he wasn’t mine. He never was, and he was never going to be. I just had to accept that.