Gone Bridal

I dreampt I walked down a very long petal-strewn aisle, on the arm of my father, and that everyone was looking at me. My cousin, Jenny smiled at me and stood up, and everyone else followed suit. But I didn't dream it. I did it. I only feels like a dream. And four and a half years later, the feeling of that walk is still there, the feeling of unreality that I was the one in the big white dress, with the veil and tiara, bouquet and long train. It is nice to have, what I call, endorphin memories -- memories that take one back to a time and a place of perfection and holiness. My wedding, for me, was such a time. Walking to the Chuppah was walking towards God, towards the sanctification of the union that would be my marriage. And which today, is my marriage.