Kaori's Letter
Kaori's Letter
Kaori's Letter
The first time I ever saw you perform, I was 5 years old. It was at a recital for the piano school I was
going to. This awkward, clumsy kid came onto the stage and accidentally hit the piano stool with his
butt. It was too funny. He turned to the piano that was way too big for him and the moment he played
that first note, I was drawn in.
The sound was beautiful, like a 24-colour palette. The melodies danced.
And even so, you gave up the piano. Even though it totally changed other people’s lives. You’re the
worst. Indecisive. Gullible. Twit.
(Cut to Kaori as a kid, telling her parents she’s giving up piano for violin because she wants Kousei to
play again.)
When I found out we were in the same middle school, I was ecstatic. But how would I ever come to talk
to you? Maybe I’d hang out at the lunch concession. Instead, I just watched you from afar.
I mean. After all. You all seemed to get along so well. There wasn’t really any space in there for someone
like me.
When I was a kid, I had to have an operation and I started having to be at the hospital for regular check-
ups. In the first year of middle school, I collapsed and I was admitted over and over. With every visit, I
was there for longer and longer. Really, I didn’t get to class much in middle school, I spent more time at
the hospital. And I knew something was wrong with my body.
One night, I saw my parents crying in the waiting room and I knew that my time was running out.
Please apologize to Watari for me… though I’m sure he’s forgotten me by now
I think I need someone more wholehearted and earnest than him.
I think we’d be fine as friends though.
It was darker.
And meaner.
And denser.
And more stubborn.
And more perverted.
And softer.
And more masculine.
And sweet.
Remember that bridge we jumped off? The water was so cool and refreshing.
Racing each other alongside the train. I really thought I could win.
The moon was saw from the music room that night, like a delicious-looking bun.
Singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with you as we rode on that bike together. Then falling out time.
We’re awful singers.
At the school at night. I’m still sure there was something there.
The falling snow, just like cherry blossoms.
It’s strange to be a musician, but then to have your heart so filled by something that comes from off-
stage
They’re unforgettable scenes to me. But they’re such little things. It’s weird, isn’t it?
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I’m sorry we couldn’t eat all those canelés.
I’m sorry I hit you so much.
I’m sorry I was so selfish.
Miyazono Kaori