A Summer Sunday
Memories of Summer
A Summer Sunday 「Eight」
I hope you don’t judge me on this. I mean, it's not illegal. Although yeah, it's a bit sneaky, but I just can't help it. I met her again today. She looked as beautiful as ever.
She wore this cute white sundress. Oh I forgot, it's eggshell. Eggshell white. It turns out that there are different shades of white and the dress she wore was in this particular shade, eggshell.
I don't get it either. Black is black. White is white. And there are 36 colors in the regular Crayola box. But I can't argue with her on that. She said she is studying fashion design. So I guess she knows that stuff. But anyway, whether she was in eggshell, ivory, cream or pigeon-poop white dress, she would still be as lovely.
Aside from a half hour lecture about color schemes and other fashion related things that I have absolutely no idea about, everything went well. Actually no, everything was great.
It was a Sunday so I accompanied her to her church. Never mind that I am not even Christian, it was a nice experience. I might actually change my religion now if my wish tha
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