Girl With The White Dress

It was early 1900s and even at those times people had a lot to do. It was an july evening, people were walking araound like they were late to somewhere. I was sitting there and watching all of those different people flashing around eachother, just sitting and watching how they waste their time. The summer was fineally in our little town, and little kids were enjoying it very much. Wave sounds could be heard from the centre and the smell of the beautiful ocean was unnoticable. While I was thinking all that, I suddenly saw a girl had a beauty that everyone is irresistably jelaous of. She lokked like a dream to me but I thought to myself that I was too ugly and poor and I had noting to give her. I bet she didn’t even noticed me sitting and watching her irreplaceble beauty. In that moment she turned around like she heard what I just said. We had an eye contact just for a moment, but than she looked away and it all faded away. Soon a horse carriage arrived and the beautiful girl stepted into the carriage. When the carriage started to move we had a last intrection between us, a last eye contact. This time I was the one who looked away, I didn’t wanted to watch her going and every second getting farer to me. It was nearly dark so I stood up and headed home, while I was walking all I could think about was the girl. Her hair, her eyes, her skin… Everything abaout her was just perfect and with the feeling I had I knew exeaclty what I was going to do. I was going to look for her, and find her. I did not cared how many houses I had to look, or how much time it had to took. I had to find her. I looked to each house of the town, each building, each church. She were no where. Like she disappeared at once. I desperately went to that unique street lit by candlelight, as I guessed, there was no one but me, or I thought so. Whatever happened happened at that very moment when I was blowing out the candles. I saw her in her snow white dress, she was walking towrds me, then I woke up in the graveyard, lying on her grave. It seems like she visited me again in my dreams.