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.