The Red Dress
Me and my girls are going out tonight, so I looked in the back of my closest and pulled out that red dress. Oh yes, that red dress that hugged my hips so right. That red dress that made me feel sexy, confident.
That's when I saw him, He whispers "you must be wearing that dress for me."
I like what I see, I follow him.
Forceful embrace that smelled like liquor, pushing and shoving. Angrily guiding himself "in".
I screamed "no"
"You wore that dress because you wanted this."
Now my red dress is stained with tears.