It’s been a while, but every time I put on my tulle dress, I get that same feeling, when everything was alright in the world. When the world seemed like a playground and not a prison. Oh how things have changed since I wore my tulle dress last. What was once beautiful is now stained and tattered. I have looked far and wind to replace my tulle dress, and I have even had some success with shopping sites like Resultly. Click here to see all of the tulle dress options. But I just cannot bring myself to replace it. Department store like Nordstrom and Macy’s have a wide selection of tulle dress, but they are just not the same.
Pictures of pretty girls in tulle dresses, full of innocence just cannot compare, so here I am trying on that tattered ruins of my dress. The memory of it more like a dream. A little hazy, but always there dwelling over me. That fateful night when my life changed, me standing there in my tulle dress.
It started out like any other day, well not exactly, it isn’t everyday that I get all dressed up for a ball. Or at least that is what is was in my head. A charity gala for some sort of cause that people pretend to care about, but really it was an excuse to get dressed up in our finery and boy was I beautiful. A goddess among men, a time that seems so long away and yet just like yesterday. My tulle dress flaring out around me and swishing as I walked. I had never felt more beautiful. A memory I carry with me to this day, and relive when I try on the tatters that is now my tulle dress.
I arrived, paparazzi lights flashing as I entered, everyone whispering who is that girl in the tulle dress. It was a different time, I was more selfish and naive, but I was happy, a feeling a miss.
As all sad stories go, this one is about a boy. The moment he entered I knew that my life would forever be changed. Dark eyes and hair with a smile that lights up a room. We talked and danced the evening away, my tulle dress creating a breathtaking effect on the dance floor. I didn’t know him for long, but I knew that we were no connected. Love. I guess you could call it that.
Then without warning it happened, the collapse. The grand chandler fell and the ceilings caved in. There was rubble around me as I heard the screams. Some form people who had been hurt, others from the shocking of seeing the person next to you crushed. My dress, now covered in rubble, I looked around for my new found love, and grabbed his hand. We made our way to the exit in a rush and panic. It was chaos, as we tried to escape, with small fires breaking out. My once beautiful tool dress caught on an exposed beam. He looked back and so me struggling. He came to help and untangle my dress. That’s when another beam fell on him.
So, here I am. In the tatters of my tulle dress. It should be replaced, but I just can’t bring myself to.