My Hypothetical Thoughts

The strings of the piano, let us play them just as the human try to play with emotions. My connection to the piano has been immensely deep as it doesn't try to hover me, just hear me with my beating heart. No words has ever been able to describe the tunes of it but still we know what it means. My fingers silently play them with beautiful notes, the love notes. 

Love notes, just the word "love" describes speciality. When someone makes you feel special or needed has always been the happiest moment. When the world needs you, is the dream one can ever dreamt of. But right now, sitting on my pleasure giving friend, piano, is also one of the soothing emotions. 

The place, whole decorated as a wood house. From different flowers hanging at every corner to separate arts of bees hanging around. But, it is just a hypothetical thought because none of it is real. Just as my thoughts, roaming around one man who just walked across my piano, barely stood behind me and touching me. Crossing around me to touch my fingers, is also a hypothetical thought. 

It can be anything because my mind cannot be controlled, yet I am free to think of whatever I want, not necessarily universe had to listen. Just like that man walking around my room, talking a closure look at my painting. Few of them, which are slight dejected. Crying women in the beautiful meadow with purple flowers to loudest women in the whole crowd where no one watches her but she still laugh at herself. And then, he looked at me with a smile. Because, he doesn't care about my mood swings, he needs just me, all of me including my madness. He took out his hands for an offer which I gladly accepted and took his hands into mine, and we kissed. 

Just like in my hypothetical thoughts, which completed my story of piano.