The celebration of a promise embedded in her ring, the feeling of purity weaved with her veil, and the blessing of prosperity intertwined with her gown awaited the expression of a new beginning to be unfolded within the drapes.
An ever-intriguing fact is how a piece of clothing or accessory becomes an unforgettable memory; every time your eyes lay on that beautiful ring, it takes you back to the day it slipped on your finger for the first time while butterflies were racing in your stomach. You promised yourself that you’d hold on to the connection as much as that crystal would. A little giggle leaves your mouth as you remember your spouse smiling softly at you, claiming himself to be yours.
Every time you rummaged through the racks of your clothes, your palms rested on the wedding gown, transporting you to the first time you had worn it.
You would place the dress in front of you, look at the mirror, and reminisce about the smile you had when you twirled wearing the long veil. The mirror smiled back at you, and you softly whispered to yourself, ‘This is it...’ as you heard the footsteps of your father walking to the room.
Before you knew it, your veil glided to the floor as you walked down the aisle with your father. A tear fell from the eyes of the two most precious men in your life - one who lifted you in his arms for the first time and the other who lifted your veil as both of them cherished a new beginning.
Within the laces of the gown and the embroidery of the veil resides a forever tied with the ring of love. Just like that, the outfit that you adorned on your first date or the day your spouse proposed you for marriage holds a deeper memory than any other outfit in your closet.
You recollect how nervous yet excited you were for your first date, for you would’ve just exploded with all the churns in your stomach. Every minute, your cheeks got tinted a little more red. The deep breaths you took before you finally walked in and your spouse, who was a little too different back then, was looking around until he finally spotted you and grinned, waving at you. A whisper left your mouth, ‘His smile is beautiful... no wait, I cannot freak out already...contain it....’
Almost instantly, you scour through his clothes and pull out the shirt that he wore to the date, the one that you still pick for him every time he asks, ‘Hey love...would you please help me choose an outfit?’ He smiles at you with soft eyes, one that made you fall in love with him during that first date.
Entwining fingers, his hand walked in yours just as a warm smile escaped both of your lips and looking at each other, you walked into the same restaurant again, whispering to each other, ‘Remember...’ and then a memory repeated itself all over again...
Now, take yourself a few racks ahead and hug the dress that you wore during your proposal. An unexpected, a planned or a spontaneous one, that dress holds a past that always touches your present just as the tears of your spouse touched your dress.
A soft breath whispered on the lips, a light clutch to the dress wrinkling through the hem and a wave of passion intertwining the bodies, unfolded into a warm touch to the soul as the lips met each other.
His shirt warmly embraces you in a warm hug every time you hold it close to yourself. The subtle fragrance of his perfume envelops you in a scent of comfort. Your heart races a bit, chasing after his love as the instinctual kick and the adrenaline rush slowly seem to take over you. Encompassed in the depth of tender emotions is the cozy remembrance of your proposal, wrapping you in a sense of completion.
A walk through the closet marks an exploration through the archives of thoughts, emotions, and experiences. One after another are hangers depended on the racks filling our wardrobes as much as they complete our albums for a dress remains a piece of clothing only for so long for beyond the closet it wreathes into a memory.
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