I was once in a dark place. I would often find myself at parties, zoning out every five minutes, tipping back into reality only to fake laugh at someone’s joke and then crawl back into my mind, wishing I wasn’t there at all.

I had trouble connecting with people, even though all I ever wanted was a sincere, true connection. And then this piano came into my life.

It was the best thing to ever happen to me.

I played it nonstop, day and night. It gave me energy. The long, lonely nights were not so lonely anymore, and I didn’t need to fake laugh because I would just dissolve into laughter at any given moment.

As time went by, we created so many memories and cherished so many moments. One day, I realized I wasn’t sad anymore. I was happy. Happier than ever.

That piano helped me in so many ways; it made me see myself again. And it’s safe to say that I also helped. I believed in it the same way it believed in me.

But it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine, no. We went through hell, but we did it together. As you probably know, living is not waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

The truth is, I don’t know how to play the piano. Many may think that you can follow an instruction manual and be good to go. But there’s no right way to play it. You just learn as you go and try to do better. Every time, you must try to do better.

I won’t stop trying because I don’t want to stop dancing. The piano and I failed each other. We got too comfortable with one another and stopped trying. We both know that.

For that reason, if I ask you to take my hand once again so we can dance in the rain together, but you happen to say no because it’s just not that simple anymore, I’ll understand. I won’t blame you.

Maybe the storm is not ours to dance in any more. Or maybe we need to learn how to dance on our own. Or maybe, just maybe, we forgot how to dance at all. That doesn’t mean we can’t learn it again.

We stopped dancing and began waiting for the storm to pass.

If you choose to take my hand, maybe we can learn to dance again, but we have to do it together. Dancing should be fun and exhilarating. If we are constantly stopping to argue about our dance, it means we are not having as much fun as we should be.

And that is all I want. I want to have fun with you. I want to see you smile the way you used to.