The dress was him

The realization brought me to tears. I had a dream about getting married to the person I am currently in love with as I write this. I was in the wrong dress, it was too big and uncomfortable. The subject was brought up by my friend that maybe the dress is a representation of me and I’m not in the right person for him currently. Eventually in the dream the right dress came along. Which to me I thought, I needed to fix myself. I wasn’t write for him, there was something wrong with me and I had to fix it, to change. December 26th at 12:40am, I realized that the first dress isn’t a representation of myself. It was him, he wasn’t the right fit. Nothing is wrong with myself. And that, that was the perfect Christmas gift anyone could get. 

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