The melody of love

I approach slowly and nervously; my heart beats like African drumbeats with their passionate, intense, and abrupt music. I take a step back as a tear runs down my cheek. I tear my gaze away from the majestic piano and watch the weak drops slide down the glass window, invoking a time when everything was warmer and happier.

Like a strong hurricane, memories are hitting my heart, and my tears are mixing with the melody I have started to play; yes, I dared. I let myself be carried away by audacity, just like the first time I saw him on that sunny afternoon, after his exciting performance. So handsome and passionate. He invited me to dance, and I agreed. His beautiful smile melted my heart, and from that day on, I was a captive of his love.

At that time, I didn’t believe in romanticism or understand how people could let themselves be dominated by those superficial and meaningless feelings.

I play the sweetest melodies I have ever heard, transporting me back to the first time I learned to surrender to love.

I remember— His lips brushed mine tenderly as his hands traveled all over my skin. I was exposed to him, exposed as I had never been before. His yellow eyes scrutinized my reactions and it was the first time I experienced so much pleasure. Sweats, moans, and sighs formed the most exciting melody in that dark room.

I squeezed his hands with the same force with which he thrust into me. At the same time, his lips kissed my breasts and my heart beat to the rhythm of our dance. We danced to the music of love; our voices harmonized to form the perfect duet of cries. Yes, it was more delicious than I had imagined—

I shed a tear at the memory; he taught me so much. With him, I learned about unconditional love and grew. We achieved a lot. I finished my music degree and he completed his painting degree. He provided a good life for his parents with his earnings, and he even traveled several times to exhibit his art. For my part, I found freedom and discovered my true calling.

With him, I felt the overwhelming fire of jealousy and the icy abyss of arguments. I lost myself many times trying to fit into his personality, and so did he. We separated, suffered, and lived our own lives.

We grew up.

But our musical notes formed the most beautiful melody, with their highs and lows. Then, our paths crossed; they were the happiest days of my life until that event destroyed everything. The evil, the obsession for power, and the prison from which I escaped caught up with him; everything seemed to be an accident, but I know it wasn’t.

From that day on, I stopped playing because nothing made sense. Today, after breaking down in my pain, I decided to start over. I play a powerful and sweet melody, a melody that represents us. It brings out the best and the worst in me. This music comforts and strengthens me. It gives me the courage to go on without him. Today, I play the melody of love.