wedding dress magic

Noone was home but me. I went to the closet and took out the dress and put it on. I can not really describe the fullness of those few moments that I wore it--how beautiful and delicate I felt...I'm not the type of girl who considers herself a princess or has ever wanted to be referred to as a princess, but I confess that dress made me feel like I had stepped out of a fairytale of some sorts...Standing in the middle of my parents' bedroom, the long room-length mirror in front of me, I saw a vulnerability in myself, a desire to feel beautiful...and I did...I can't wait to walk down the aisle, hopefully a petal-scattered one, concealed behind my veil, with the words that I wrote for Jay playing in the background. I can't wait for him to lift back the veil and see all the joy and pure excitement reflected in my eyes...I can't wait to be his wife...I can't wait for the look on his face, and the quick breath he will take at the sight of his wife walking to meet him...When I took the dress off and put on my normal clothes, I felt like the colour in the room had slightly faded and things were normal again, like all the magic had trickled out of my reflection...I can't wait to try on my wedding dress again and again until the day I get to wear it with purpose.