How great it would have been if he proposed to me in a lush garden somewhere in Tagaytay rather than in a studio full of screaming people.
If only he reserved those tears for a more intimate venue.
How beautiful a wedding it would have been if it were held by the beach with only thirty of our favorite people in attendance.
If only I didn’t have to invite Kris Aquino and two hundred other people whom I disliked.
How utterly romantic it would have been if we were married three years before or after the presidential elections.
If only I didn’t have to be the laughing stock of women who are not nearly as successful and as intelligent as I am.
How happy would I have been if my husband didn’t want two birds in one stone by marrying me. On national TV.
Sigh. If only he loved me for me.