Then they split up.

I’m limited edition, if you like.

Love,

I was going to be the main attraction of a 60s wedding theme.

She thought I was a dress she could look back on and smile, not cringe at fashion faux pas (she was right).

A home where I’ll get worn and admired and dry-cleaned (as and when necessary).

I was going to complement a 60s updo, nude courts and a bouquet of Lily of the Valley.

The listing was for a white Diane von Fursternberg dress to be worn by a bride for her wedding — until the wedding was apparently called off. To make matters worse, its item description was written from the personal viewpoint of the dress:

I am a constant reminder to her of what could have been.

I’m not over the top, nor am I too dressed down, and she thought she could perhaps wear me to other occasions in the future.

Because who’s going to buy a dress based on a picture of a box?

Fortunately, the dress sold within a few days of its posting for 1,150 pounds ($1,800).

What’s been dubbed one of the saddest Ebay listings ever has been making the internet rounds recently.

When I arrived, she kept me sealed in my box so nothing could ruin me.

“I was supposed to be worn at City Hall in New York.

xx”

I was going to be low-key, but elegant (I still am, for that matter).

Not necessarily to a bride, but to anyone looking to give me the home I deserve.

She can’t take me back to DVF because they no longer stock me.

Because she couldn’t bear to look at me.

I can’t wait to be worn by you (and to see the back of my cardboard confines once and for all).

Zarita (in Ivory).

When my owner put on a dress just like me in Selfridges, she knew I was the one so she ordered me online and had me delivered to her husband-to-be in Brooklyn.

So she wants to sell me.

And the first time I have been taken out of my box is for these photos.

And she kept me in the box.