He recalled how the little orange dress hung just above her knees
It embodied her spirit;youthful, vibrant and pure
But it was before the world inevitably tainted her innocence with the dizzying complexity of womanhood
He attempted to detest her but he couldn't
Instead he relived the days when he sat next to her in church bathing in the tenderness of her delicate smell..
He marvelled at her flaws and He was enchanted by the charm of her ignorance to her powers
But gradually she outgrew the dress ..
She wore it more and though it retained all its beauty and vibrance it hugged her more tightly along her curves ,revealing her to the world..
Maturity opened its filthy, unforgiving palms and welcomed her, Smearing the dress ,untying the bow that had bound her innocence ..
The world engulfed her and she denied him abruptly
She revoked her love and ruined him
A.Allen
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