June 26, 2015

It was like a stained white dress. They became close ever since they had their first class together; they were like sisters. They were seatmates back then, drawing doodles on their notes every time the professor was not looking. It was a blissful memory, but now everything has changed. She did not know what happened to them, maybe they had a different set of friends or maybe they just grew apart. Everything became awkward. Their friendship was like a stained white dress, even if you wash it repeatedly, traces of the stain will still remain. The beautiful white dress would never be perfect again. She didn’t want to dispose the stained white dress just like that so she kept it inside her closet; she kept it inside her heart, because she believed, maybe someday she could wear it again.