Let me share the backstory, reasons, and reflections that led me to undertake this project.

It all started when I found myself in what seemed like a perfect relationship. We shared common hobbies, similar aesthetics, and complementary professional fields. Our two souls, adrift overseas, collided and ignited a passionate love affair, and I once believed such beauty could endure. Walking through London, I noticed the multitude of bridal shops, places I had previously passed without a second glance. But after falling in love, I found myself pausing to admire these beautiful gowns, imagining myself in one, envisioning a happy future, hoping for a favorable “outcome.” Unfortunately, this relationship ended due to time and distance, and its conclusion was as intense as its beginning. This breakup caused me significant pain but also brought a clearer self-understanding and provoked deep reflection.

A few days ago, after having dinner at a friend’s house, I was walking home late at night when I passed a bridal shop. The street was empty, the shop was closed, and only the warm yellow light from the display window illuminated the snow-white wedding dresses. I suddenly felt rueful. My previous longing and pause at the sight of the wedding dresses were simply because of what they represented. I had bound myself, placing my happiness in someone else’s hands, becoming dependent, losing courage and myself, and consequently, I was hurt. Therefore, I want to use my work to express the confusion, pain, and process of re-accepting myself that I experienced. I hope that through sharing, venting, and communicating, I can heal myself and tell the audience that while love is beautiful, it can also directly harm one’s most vulnerable places. To love someone, you must first love yourself; you must always have the courage to leave others. Happiness is earned by oneself, not given by others. The only person who can truly save you is yourself.