We thought the fog would hide us—but instead, it cradled us.
Like a soft blanket from the sky, it wrapped around our love story and made the world quiet enough to hear our hearts speak.

There was no posing, just pausing. No pretending, just presence.
We smiled because we were safe. We held each other because we wanted to. We looked out across the lake not for answers—but because this view already felt like home.

And maybe that’s the beauty of love—it doesn’t demand attention. It just is.
Gentle. True. And always there—even in the mist.