Tonight was my wedding. It was not. But it could have been.
I walked in the streets of Manhattan thinking of the potential the day held. I could have been the girl in the white dress embarking on the journey of a loyal house in the nation of Israel.
Instead, I was walking aimlessly in the city watching people walk by.
The sun was still shining, people were still walking.
The world did not know what could have been.
The world only knew what was.
