Chapter 10: In Between Orders
The fireworks were long gone.
The sunrise had already come and gone too.
What replaced them wasn’t grand romance.
It was notifications.
Reseller group chats.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbcuJf73Rop
Order confirmations.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLfvUtVUGVE
Tracking numbers.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhA9vMkr8cV
“Mine po.”109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsnEjTxmrbb
“Available pa? ”109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTxm9JPt8WR
“Last price? ”
That’s where our world started spinning.
Not in dramatic declarations.
But in small, consistent effort.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7t1R2FXEj6
It was her idea to start saving seriously.
“Let’s stop just talking about meeting,” she said one night while updating her Shein listings. “Let’s actually prepare for it.”
There was no background music.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGelBjoLXgc
No cinematic pause.
Just determination in her voice.
So we started.
Every sale had a portion set aside.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcyjP9NQzpb
Every profit, no matter how small, meant one step closer.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9tECJLuAlq
Sometimes it was a good day.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91wqvKEB46
Sometimes barely anything moved.
But it was steady.
She worked hard.
Posting daily.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb4znXKEwGV
Replying to buyers even when she was exhausted.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdoQsOtJXZ
Handling cancellations.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaU3PtXcUI0
Dealing with impatient messages.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb2ULwCY1FY
Joining live selling sessions.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5d07aESW4k
Studying trends.
I watched her push herself in ways that weren’t always visible.
And I kept thinking
She’s doing this for us.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡliEcbXdzpr
My role felt smaller.
I wasn’t the one selling.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgI018nPKNP
I wasn’t the one facing customers.
I was just… there.
Helping in the reseller GC.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4RlNSFOVg7
Answering questions when she was busy.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMj0cCL3ggw
Computing totals.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVmwLCuomsT
Double-checking orders.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAztoQFBthK
Organizing lists.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvnlBDql32B
Reminding her about shipments.
Small things.
Quiet things.
Our conversations shifted.
Less about fireworks.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFkFKOGKfB
More about inventory.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqh5lmesUcx
Less about fantasy.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhK5tnlju1L
More about strategy.
And somehow, we were still happy.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTXeIgbk5ju
Some nights she would sigh.
“I’m tired,” she admitted once while packing orders on call.
“You can rest,” I told her.
She shook her head.
“We have a goal.”
That word again.
Not just meeting.
But building.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qy56h9ifJ
There were moments I wondered if I was doing enough.
If supporting from the sidelines counted.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHTP5jCrzw
If helping in the group chat was meaningful.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDnJxg1k7yi
If being present digitally was enough for a real relationship.
Then one night, while she was sealing parcels, she said quietly,
“Do you know why I don’t feel alone doing this? ”
“Why?”
“Because you’re here. Even in the small things.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“You check my totals. You deal with buyers when I’m overwhelmed. You remind me to eat. You stay on call while I pack. That matters.”
And suddenly the small things didn’t feel small anymore.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXnVzdi8Dg4
Love didn’t look like constant romance.
It looked like spreadsheets.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBhcXs7m3r0
Bubble wrap.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOBAzmG8AD
Late-night calculations.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡME3XMMEekd
Laughing over incorrect orders.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxpm0bfDEa9
Fixing shipping mistakes together.
It looked like building something slowly.
Messy.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8O0EZBVJuT
Imperfect.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtNmn46Odm
Still sweet.
Like the flan.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzX95X5mE0
We counted our savings one night.
Not enough yet.
But not zero anymore.
“That’s real,” she whispered.
It felt more intimate than any dramatic confession.
Because every number on that screen was effort.
Shared effort.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT95JJgETfH
Our world revolved around that reseller GC.
But somehow, inside all the notifications and transactions
We kept choosing each other.
Between orders, we found time to laugh.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiE7L0UrCeG
Between buyers, we found time to check in.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfEtjTcpVz
Between stress, we found softness.
I still sometimes felt like I wasn’t doing enough.
But she kept showing me that staying matters.
Consistency matters.
And maybe love isn’t about who does more.
Maybe it’s about who stays through the process.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSg1EdHfiH
We weren’t just saving money.
We were building proof.
Proof that we could work as a team.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFS1TR1VL9g
Proof that effort didn’t scare us.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA3aCG2aVJr
Proof that distance didn’t stop movement.
And in the middle of reseller chats,109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjnZSxIvA37
tracking updates,109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPkTuMIQKt
and tired eyes at 2 AM
We were still happy.
Not because it was easy.
But because it was shared.
And somehow,
That made even the ordinary feel like progress.
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and then Add to home screen.