A white dress hung from my closet as the doorbell rung twice. I shouted from the window that I would be down in a couple of minutes.

The white dress fluttered around my legs in the wind as we walked along the sidewalk. It was just Him and I for once. He bought me a bouquet of anemones as a gift.

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The sun shone down from above as we sat in a park and talked about days long gone. That dark night when I met Her. The first day of school when She met Him. The semester’s end when we became friends.

I hung up the white dress before drifting off to sleep, happy with myself. Happy with Him.

We should do that more often.