I silently sat there and watched as you played Beethoven's No.8 on the piano, seeing how your fingers moved on each key so gracefully.

It made me happy to see you like that.

You were such a beautiful and talented person and sometimes I felt like I was not deserving such treatment.

Yep, overthinking. Again.

I sighed to myself and started whistling along as you closed your eyes and continued playing your piece with such elegance.

The slight sunlight coming from the window of the music lab we were in, shone on your hair. Honestly, it made me mesmerized, even more.