The piano sounded so beautiful when he played it I almost burst into tears. I haven’t heard live music in our home since the kids practiced their lessons over a decade ago..which was the last time that poor thing was professionally tuned.
The piano man wanted to buy it.
I almost cried again..and (surprisingly) these weren’t tears of relief..it was push-back buoyed by hollow promises like no! no! don’t sell….you could take lessons!
Who. am. I. kidding?
And that, in the end, is how you finally decide to give something up that was once precious to you. You are essentially fessing up to a difficult truth…be it “those jeans will never fit me again,” “this relationship won’t work” or “I will never (ever) take piano lessons.”
The fantasy needs to die or you can never say goodbye.
The good news is..there are always new dreams, (in this instance for my front room) and thanks to the piano-man, I’ve now got a downpayment on mine.