Violin Boy

You get to know a person real well when you spend a lot of time with them. My friend used to have this beautifully crafted dark wooden violin that he would take with him everywhere. He especially remembered to bring it when we would hang out together. He had this gray tape on the back so he could put his name on it. I loved his name, it was so authentic. The violin was very long and simple looking. It was my favorite instrument until one day he accidentally broke it. It was replaced no problem but the first violin was like my first love. He had never stopped playing music even after his first violin broke, he just kept on playing. Borrowed a violin until he could finally replace it. He’s dead now. The violin was buried with him. I think I should have kept it, honestly. Now the violins in a ditch seven feet under a pile of dirt. What a waste.


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