Before fate brought us together, I came from a long-term love that I once believed was my forever. I thought I had found the one—but life, as it often does, had other plans. Priorities shifted. And though there was no betrayal, the relationship quietly ended. Still, it left an ache, the kind that makes you wonder how to begin again. In time, I found the courage to explore once more—to open my heart, to try. I dipped my toes into dating apps, went on coffee dates, dinner nights… and then, someone stood out. As someone blessed with a strong memory, I remember it vividly, July 10, 2021, when I swiped right on a photo that would change my life. He messaged me right away. The message was long, heartfelt, and what struck me most was this line: “I hope you’re not as cold as your name sounds.” (At that time, my name on the app was simply "AC"—hahahahhaha) We talked for a week. And then, he asked to meet. I hesitated—he seemed too gentle, too sincere. Could he really be real? July 20, 2021 — our first date. I gave him an address, just to test the waters. When he sent a photo showing he had truly arrived, I panicked in the best way. I rushed to get ready, still half-expecting it might not be true. That day, it rained hard. There was even a Taal volcano alert. But still, he came—and drove me to Tagaytay. Right then, I knew he was different. After 9 years of guarding his heart, he chose that rainy day to open it again… to me. And now, we’re here. Still choosing each other. Still falling. And soon, we’ll say “I do” in the very place where it all began.