Beloved_Red_Dress

Beloved Red Dress Beloved red dress Memories are a fragile thing, if you don’t grasp on to them they can be lost forever. For the past two weeks I have been packing my things and preparing to move. The house is sold, the boxes are full, and the truck has arrived. It was moving day. Upon arrival at the new house I was amazed by the amount of dust that had built up on the box tops over the past few days. It seemed like there was dust and dirt everywhere, the more I tried to clean; the more the dirt accumulated. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. Between all the dusting, unpacking, family, school, and work I was overwhelmed. Slowly but surly the once tight string that held my sanity together began to unravel. I decided to go take a brake to gather myself back together. While resting in the living room I noticed a box in the corner that looked a little out of place. I can’t put my finger on what exactly looked out of place, but I felt the need to open the box. Inside the box, on top of some old books, was my beloved red life, eyes, smell, seemed, hand, touch, night, never, need, memory, love, box, back, wine, time, remember, place, over, onto, one, moment, mind, memories, made, looked, look, keep, hold, heart, hard, feel, everything, even, without, while