Dear Sunshine,
Did you ever want to get married? We never talked about it.
I always thought weddings were these morbid ceremonies where two people promised one another they would never change their minds. ’Til death do us part, happy or sad, logic be damned. It just never made sense to me.
When I was a little girl, I never dreamt of my wedding day, like most do. I didn’t adorn my head with lace curtains, mimicking a veil. I never imagined walking down the aisle, arm in arm with my father. I never saw myself saying “I do.” The obligation was always too great.
Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was the unusual one.
What did you want? Did anyone ever ask you that?
Love,
G