One rainy day three years ago, he opened the door and remembered her soaked white dress.
Three years later, she signed a marriage contract, thinking it was just a decent deal.
He doesn't know how to love someone. He only fills the refrigerator with strawberries, buys all her orders anonymously, and waits for her to come home every late night she doesn't know.
She found out too late.
By the time he said "I like you", the date on the medical record had already passed four years.
When she finally put the ring on, his palms had begun to get cold.
It turns out that some people spend their whole lives loving, but are only willing to say "it's too late" to say goodbye.
