I certainly had a vague thought of marriage growing up but nothing concrete. No dreamy vision of some magical dress and space and time. I’d be happy to love and be loved but the rest was rather open to suggestion by moods and whims. I never thought of the wedding day or where to go after to spoon and sigh. Maybe I saw this:
That would get thee to a nunnery quicker than any religious rapture-so super creepy.