Maestro

by Auden Dar

“You captured it when we were thirteen.” I laugh lightly. “You’ve owned it ever since.”

“Love is a symphony,” my teacher, Ms. Luz, said. “The movements mirror the progression of a love affair. From the opening sonata, something unexpected hits you. It’s fresh, raw, exhilarating. Full of hope and promise. By the second and third movements, you’re consumed with one another. It’s passionate and heart-wrenching. An emotional rollercoaster preparing us for the fourth movement. The finale, one we anticipate with bated breath, can be glorious or tragic.”

For some, first love is a fleeting spark heralding the greater loves to come. For others, first love is the only love. The greatest love.