I love him.

Orchestra

I love playing the cello.

I love the movement of the bow, how the sound flows.

There are many things I love.

I love making music.

Music.

Him.

But alas, we have only spoken indirectly. I've only talked to people he's talked with, never him himself. He's a beautiful stranger to me.

It turns out he also loves playing string instruments.

He plays viola. Just like some of my friends.

For a while during practice, I would admire him from afar as the instructor helped the other sections practice.

In the background of these was always some kind of music, bad, good, or just... odd.

Once he answered a question, and I answered the next one. He looked at me as I said that.

I consider myself pretty calm around him. I don't blush, and I don't get weak in the knees for him. I just love him. Sometimes, my heart races when we end up next to each other somehow, but it could be worse.

I just feel like I could connect with him if we spoke.

We have orchestra together, which I like. I love being in orchestra.

I love playing the cello.