For some reason, every time my (old) piano teacher is mentioned, I start to cry. I feel so bad for leaving. I just keep realizing how lucky I was to have her as a teacher, and she was so cool, and so nice to me. I just left. I never went back. I never told her either. I would always tell myself, "I'm never going to quit." and what do I do? I quit.
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