fur elise

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fur elise through the eyes of Beethoven before during and after he made the song

Submitted: September 06, 2019

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Today I met the most beautiful and sweetest girl I have ever seen in the whole of my existence, she wished to learn the piano by my hands, so I began to teach her every day for 11 weeks. Every day my passion would grow even larger for her till it became to unbearable to keep hidden and casted away, so for the past 5 weeks I have been designing a song for her, I know she will love it, after all I’m the one teaching her the piano. I have not yet named the song for I wish for her to create it as a symbol of my love for her.

The next day when she arrived my heart ascended through the great skies of Germany; this is a rather strange feeling "love" I have never experienced it till now. As we entered our way through the halls to the piano room my heart began to beat faster every beat. We sat down and began our usual practices and some new verses of songs I have created. When the session was over, I handed her the paper with the song I have created for her. She stared at me for 2 seconds then stood, she replied with "thank you, but I already have a lover..." (in sign language). she dropped the paper as she left the room. As I just stood there, my heart ripped in twain, a tear trickled its way down my face. "I guess I still don’t know what love is" I replied to myself in my moment of grief and self-pity. I let out a dose of air from my lungs escape, as I tried to hold back my tears, I could do many things, but holding the tears back after the rejection of the woman I have been searching for my whole life just... devastated and shattered me.

The next day I waited for her arrival to continue our sessions, but she never came. maybe she lost track of time I thought to myself, to comfort my still broken fragile mind. but she never arrived... and nor did my love for anyone else.

 


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