“No,” I replied. I was on the search for the perfect wedding dress. One that will mach me and my personality perfectly, so far…nothing has been found. My best friend and Bride Maid are helping me. This is only stop one on are hunt, but with everything that I seen, growing up, I have a feeling this is going to be a long search. I haven’t found the perfect dress, they are all too simple. This is my wedding, it is suppose to be the most beautiful thing that will be on my body, and nothing seams to match up.
“How about this dress?”
“Na”
“We’ll you are going to have to pick one. What do you want?”
“I don’t know. Something…,” I look around, shifting the dresses, scanning them. I would have been a good idea to know what I generally want before I even thought of purchasing one.
“Well?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about you pick one and jest try it one. It is at least a start.”
“Okay!” I looked at the dresses again, still unable to pick one.
“Try this one on, it’s beautiful!” She purposed, pulling a dress out and handing it to me. I knew she would be the best bride’s maid; she had the most patients with me. I think the store clerk is getting inpatient.
I put on the dress and stepped in front of the mirror. Everyone immediately admired the beauty which the dress holds. I stood there looking into the mirror, it was beautiful, but jest beautiful. I let them fool around with the dress, and the clerk tells me stuff about this particular gown, before I put it down. I simply block out their voices politely. I start thinking, ‘Am I really ready to get married.’ Sam, he is the perfect man… for now. He has pampered me and treated me well, but can a relationship rally last forever? They all end up falling apart in the end, because there is always a small problem the bride and groom with hold, which will become a big problem later and then the divorce. Then why am I doing this? Why am I getting married? It’s going to end sooner or later… right?
“Well? What do you think?” Jane asked anxiously.
“Well…um.” I looked down at the gown, trying to find the right words, not wanting to hurt the dress’ feelings. “I don’t think this is for me.”
“Why not?” She demanded to know.
“I don’t know. It’s too simple”
“You have been saying that about every dress I pointed out. What do you want?”
“I don’t know! Something with meaning”
She sighed, “What matters most in music is what is not in the notes!”
“This isn’t music! It’s shopping.”
Jane sighed, for her patients were now being tested. “Let’s try on another.”
I did, letting them admire the dress. ‘Why am I getting married?’ Everyone has a problem. No one is perfect. There is going to be a problem between us that is going to eventually tear us apart. Why go through with it? I realized this pattern long before I said ‘yes’. Josh, an ex-boyfriend in collage, he had a problem. He couldn’t keep anything of his clean. Mike, he procrastinated on every homework assignment he had. I new that those problems would have disturbed are relationship if it went on. So I ended them.
“How about this one?”
“No. I don’t think this one is going to work.”
“Why doesn’t it work?”
“It’s too simple.”
“Okay, at least its progress. Which dress is not ‘too simple’?”
“How about this one?” The store clerk holds up another white dress. I try it on to make them happy; at least I’m giving it a chance. I think back. There was one guy that didn’t have a problem. His name was Jack, I dated him my freshman year in collage. He had nothing wrong with him, he was someone who I could see myself with for the rest of my life. But then I discovered he cheated on me. That’s what happens, there perfect, and then they throw you out and get an update.
“This has got to be the most complicated dress they have, what do you think?” Jane asked.
“There are way too many sequences in this dress,” I announced.
“What do you want the dress to have?”
“I want the dress to mean something.”
“What matters most in music, is what’s not in the notes”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“Your suppose to put your own meaning in it”
I had nothing to say. I had no comeback. I know your suppose to put your own meaning in it. I was jest not seeing the meaning in any dress. I went over to the rack of dresses and started to look through them again. Why am I going through this? Sam is perfect; he’s going to eventually through me out and get an update.
“Jest pick one!” On her commanded, I jest grabbed one and went into the dressing room. I came out with the dress on. I look into the mirror, looking at myself. I see the gorgeous white gown that lies on my body, and it is then I realized my own problem. Ever since that jerk cheated on me, I couldn’t trust a relationship. I never gave a guy a chance, and I need to give this one a chance. Sam is perfect for me. I now believe that we can last forever, till death does us part.
“I like this one,” I announced.
Jane was surprised. “Are you sure? It’s the most ‘simplest’ dress I seen in the whole bunch!” This was true. The gown had no straps which was typical for a wedding gown. It had a long skirt that went to the grown, puffed from my hips very slightly. Under my breasts was a band that rapped around it to separate the top from the bottom. It was plainly simple.
This dress was the one that maid me realized what was wrong with me. And now I can fix it. This it the most beautiful wedding gown I have ever seen. ‘What matters most in music in what not in the notes’. It’s not what fabric the dress is made, nor the sequins that are sown into it, nor the cut of the dress. It’s the meaning that makes a wedding dress beautiful. Now I have my meaning.
“I know this is the simplest, that’s why I like it. It’s perfect!”
“Okay,” Jane was surly surprised. “This is what you put me through, looking for a non simple dress and yet you pick the simplest one. You’re lucky that I love you.”
I laughed, “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you ice cream. Promise.”
“We could do something to the dress. Put a big pink bow in the back, you would like that.”
“Yea, that would look nice.”
“It would be more unique. It would be more like you.”
I smiled. I looked into the mirror and imagined myself walking down the long path which laid to my one and only. Surrounded by flowers, I would be the most beautiful thing there. The trees are blooming with there spring flowers, their pedals are floating softly to the rich grass. The sun will be shinning jest perfectly, and everything will be simply perfect.
Everything is simply perfect. The sun is shinning in the right way, its spring, and the trees are blooming and there petals are floating softly to the ground, creating a rain of flowers which surrounds me in beauty. My dress has a pink bow tied around it, making it perfect. The music starts playing, as I take one step at a time. Making my stride slow, making this moment last. I look up, and see the man I want to be with the rest of my life. I simply made the right decision.
The End
