You are sitting in the piano room. The room is white and dimly lit by two marble, brass wall lights. You get up from the leather, black couch, that you were sitting in, and make your way to the wooden piano bench. The pianos still the same as I remembered it. A baby grand Baldwin, dark worn maple wood, the keys are discolored from years of use. What used to be white is now faintly yellow. You are looking calm and placid as you start to play all the things I never could. Your pale, white face is glowing from what little light those wall fixtures give off. Your long blonde hair hanging around your face, as your blue gray eyes follow the sheet music. Your slender, dainty fingers arched and placed perfectly on the keys. Your bare foot placed on the metallic fading petal. The T-shirt you are wearing is a plain blue v-neck with a small pocket on the upper right. It fits you well not too tight nor too loose. The skinny jeans you are wearing are your favorite pair, I know because you wear them a couple of times a week, they are the ones with the holes in the knees. You have a few accessories on, a necklace, two bracelets on your left wrist, and a ring on your right middle finger. The necklace is silver and has a pink heart diamond pendant and it hangs low. The bracelets on your left wrist are vintage looking. The metal is rustic and needs some polishing up. The bracelet closest to your hand is the only one with a pendant on it, a pair of angel wings. The other bracelet has no pendants. The ring you are wearing on your right middle finger is a class of Prince George 2012 class ring. As I stand in the arch way of the piano room, I can not help but think back to the time you told me that you do not like yourself and what you see in the mirror. It is a shame you do not see what I see because if you did, maybe, you would see and realize how beautiful you are. <3
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