After

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After going so far in this, all ended in one split second.

The final encore, and the final applause.

The final memory.

Dear cello,

I will forever miss you, my love. It was love at first sight.

duckieb3s

And now...
something is telling me to move on.
the beautiful music will have to cease for now. 


I won't be playing tunes form your strings anymore.
What hurt me most, is that i will have to remove my initial from you.
You will not belong to me anymore.


Find a new owner, my love.

And I'll make sure my future juniors take super care of you =)