Year 5

In my favorite Barong Tagalog, off to another friend's wedding. *sigh* That's not a sad sigh. It's just a sigh. I am very happy for my friends and I wish them all the best. I have nothing against weddings. In fact, I love weddings! They are beautiful and magical. I love weddings so much that I married my wife not just once or twice but three times. Yes. THREE times and each one is like the first time. There was something about the thrill of planning, about seeing her in a beautiful white dress with those glimmering brown eyes and warm radiant smile while walking down the aisle towards me, the pristine white flowers that surround us, the heavenly music in the background, the rings and the vows that fills me with joy and content to my very soul. But more than the dress, the aisle, the vow, the rings, and all that ever mattered in this world... It was about Dinah. It's about Dinah and how I love her. Now, if I should ever go on with this story, you must know that this is not a fairy tale story of happy ever afters. This is a story of how I lost her.