I'm in a white dress. A little girl picks up my veil and I proceed down the isle behind Alicia and Ginny. It should be you in the tux waiting for me. But it's him. I remind myself to open my eyes. When he takes my hand, I blink. I realize that he'll never be you. His hand is firm. Not gentle. I feel forced. But I need to do this. Someone had to take care of me. So I open my eyes and imagine you.