He thought he’d found sophistication in Danika — until love began to feel like a price tag. She mocked his simplicity, demanded luxury, and turned affection into a transaction. Still, he stayed, hoping her rare moments of warmth were real.
When her image finally cracked — fake business, unpaid rent, borrowed glamour — he walked away, not in anger, but in peace.
Months later, he met Miren — kind, genuine, and grounded. Their first date cost $18 and felt priceless. With her, love meant comfort, not comparison.
Now he knows: real love doesn’t demand performance or wealth. It builds safety, laughter, and calm.
Because peace, he learned, is the most expensive thing — and it costs nothing at all.
