My Little White Dress

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We don’t remember what we usually did as little babies, but yes most us would have been gift-wrapped in white linen and handed over to our mothers. Pretty, petite and beautiful that white that signifies purity and elegance. Girls we are and will be, for white is our sign.
Mommy usually made me wear the white frock to church. I scanned through my christening and communion photographs with the white dress put on.

I always dreamt of the little white dress, very rare and worn at occasions that came once in our lives. And once upon a time in history, the white dress remains untouched. There are times I felt I could have the privilege and honor for once to porte les vetements blanche (to wear the white dress). Faintly knowing that the desire and eagerness of purity vanishes when the wait is long. Although patience takes care of it, the symbol of white is lost somewhere. Just like thoughts get corrupted, so does the white dress, which no fabric was can save, but remains virgin till the day arrives. It’s so precious and close to my heart when the white is towards turning grey. Well, the hair might possibly match it, but closely it resembles the way to the aisle.

When the white lacy frill that touches the ground it is humbled and obliged to bow before the angels. Its caress and soothing glow is what touches the heart the most. Alive but still breathing the beauty it has to bestow, but it still remains in my closet so intact. I will wait, if the wait is worth, and truly the white shall not wear out its sheen. It sparkles even in the sun, but shies away from the moon. The moon has clouds that cover its face, the white dress is my mantle, my core. It’s so critical and decisive to be a part of the angelic, the cry is of the believer, and not of the adamant. I’m challenged whether it will turn out to be right, it was but a dream. I’m hoping I have a chance to turn it to reality, however the little white dress is admirable and a bridal beauty.

Nothing less than a sweet caress. Honestly I’ll treasure, it’s not a mess. My little white dress.
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