Today made me really sad, but also happy. I sat in my piano lesson, and looked at my teacher, except i didn't see my teacher, i saw a friend. It's only today that i realised that over the past 5 years, every monday for an hour, i spent my life in this room.
I cried in that room, i laughed, i poured my heart out. This man knows me better than the majority of my friends. One of the only people i can gladly cry in front of, let the tears stream down my face, he knows more about my life than pretty much everyone.
It makes me really sad to think that next year this will just be a memory. It makes me happy that this person has taught me something, and i will carry it on. From now on i will express myself completely in this instrument because it's amazing how much you can feel from something that has no words. Call me a loser but i like listening to classical music. It won't change to conform with the 'teenage generation' either.
Maybe this sounds weird, to be close to a teacher? But i couldn't care about that either.
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