The Dress

The Dress

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White, covered royal blue and light purple flowers and tiny green leaves. The sleeves were short, the waistline came in and the skirt - loose and flowing as it gently settles on the knees. The Dress was born hundreds of years ago, and ever since had retained slick it's shape, it's beauty and it's naivety, as it never quite knows what fate will come upon it next. After being passed down from girl to girl, from groom to bride, daughter to daughter, friend to friend, The Dress now has many stories woven into the very fabric of which it is made, that even the strongest of remedies will remove them. A fortunate girl, Sarah Turner, was given the chance to contribute her story at 17, just like the young women who had worn it before her. She intended to have it's legacy continue with her daughter Ingrid. She too would've received it at 17 to pass it on to her daughter. What could've possibly happened that would stop Ingrid from inheriting this old treasure?
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"I'd be lying if I said that I don't dream of a wedding like this anymore.. Sometimes in my dreams I see her.. stunning a white dress with her hair tied up in an elegant bun, I take her hand and help her go down with me to exchange the marriage vows and not just our hearts but our last names become one.. We dance as our laughter fill the place under the sun, She says yes to me announcing to the entire world that out of everyone I was her choice.. We promise each other to stay together through the sorrows before joys She then whispers to my ear with some words that I fail to hear because of all the noise, but the feeling of her breath alone makes me fail to keep my poise.. And when everyone gets back to their lives after gathering to rejoice with us.. I get her to be all mine.. as this thought floods my mind, I cross all the lines.. When we finally get to once again intertwine. In my dreams.. everything is heartwarming just like the smile she gave me the very first time we talked.. in my dreams everything is perfect just like her.. My only love, my fairytale.."

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