the dress that got away.

this.

dress.

is.

perfection.


this dress and i - we had a few special moments.
yet, i let it get away.

it's been on my mind all weekend.

i can't shake it.

did i give up too easily?

i thought that dress and i were meant to be.

fit me like a glove.

my pride prevents me from pleading my case, but i wonder...

if i put up a good solid fight for it, could it be mine?

like, a real fight.

but... then i think,

there are better dresses out there for me.

ones that are a more perfect.

{sweet words i tell myself, hoping someday i'll actually convince myself they're true.}

jen says i can do better than that dress.

and even if i choose this dress right now, eventually i'll see...

that dress isn't good enough for me.

i deserve a dress with a little more character.

...and a little less uniform.

hmmph.

hopefully i'll figure that out for myself real soon.

because as of now

i still want that dress.