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the perfect white shirt.

what you want is the perfect white shirt. everything else has been “okay, but not quite right.” this one is crisp and bright, tailored to your exact build. and the tag inside lets you know its precise construction was always only ever intended for you.

this perfect white shirt is the love you’ve always wanted. it’s the connection. the abundance. the clarity. the belonging. the certainty. the light that you and only you were meant to reveal in this world. exact, all you ever wanted, and more. it’s the soft click and release of the key that has finally found its lock.

and here’s the thing: you can’t have your perfect white shirt to use as a bandage or to dress your wounds.

if it is palliative, if you need it to sop up the healing fluids still seeping out of you, it’s not divine adornment. and you can’t have it yet. you can’t have it if you’re just going to soak it in your own blood, if the wearing is what ruins it; if it is reduced to mere showcase for the stain and we can no longer see it for its beauty.

you can have the shirt when you remember that you are whole, that the wound is an illusion, and that it closes as you allow yourself to release what keeps you trapped. you must surrender so that you may receive. and then what you want will arrive as the perfect white shirt that reveals how you were always also perfect inside.