The reason I ever bought my first guitar, was you. Yes, I may have lied to you that I was a pro; but the truth was I had been taking private classes after college so I could impress you with a new song every week. Do you remember the very first Bryan Adams song I played for your birthday? The one that finally won you over? Everything I did, I did it for you indeed.
But then one day you set fire to my heart and burned it down to ashes. And I came inches close to do the same to my guitar. Because those strings meant nothing to me if they weren’t being strummed for you.
Or so I thought.
Today I’m the lead guitarist of a successful band and I do wonder at times, how different my life would have been had it not been for you.
This story is written for the Challenge Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
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