Seventy-two hours after the wedding, I finally had time to figure out one thing:
Three years, one thousand and ninety-five days, the time I invested in this relationship, if converted into overtime pay, is enough for me to pay a down payment for another property in the city center.
But I didn't count.
When women fall in love, they don't settle accounts.
What we count is that he remembers that I put less sugar in my coffee, that he brought an umbrella to pick me up on a rainy day, and that his voice was so gentle when he said "I'll wait for you to come home."
We call this love.
Later I learned that some people's gentleness is just a strategy.
Concept: Do women need to calculate the sunk costs in love?