I was cleaning out my mahogany dresser the other day, my usual seasonal cleaning
Uncovering clothes that had been folded and tucked away within the crevices of the drawers and forgotten about
Re-discovering the stained, crumpled up body-con dress that I had worn only once and forgotten about its existence soon after
That same dress was the one I had worn the very first time you laid eyes on me,
“Love at first sight,” you called it.
That was approximately 3 years and 5 months from today
But now that dress is no longer the same flirty, flattering, form-fitting dress
Instead the shades of flamboyant fuchsia have faded
No longer fabulous or fashionable, full of crinkles and wrinkles, worn and torn
& you are forgotten forevermore.
– Rawnak Mahjabib