Last Monday in Tagaytay. When I stepped out of the van that morning for Jon and Rica’s wedding, the fog was so thick, I could barely see two meters ahead of me. But here’s a little secret: I loved it. Jeff and I will always wish for sunshine, but if it doesn’t happen, we shrug it off and go with it. The way we see it, there’s no point wasting time lamenting over the weather and worrying our couples more. What matters is finding the beauty in what is right there in front of you. It’s part of the story now, and it changes it into something that’s yours and yours alone. So, what do you do in the middle of a fog? You dance. You find the magic in it. And you hold dear the knowledge that nobody will ever know this place like you do.
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