This morning, I decided to clean our room. Dusting the shelves, I found that forgotten bottle of perfume. I picked it up, and before I knew it, it slipped from my hand and fell to the floor.
The cap popped off. A small piece of folded paper slid out.
Inside was his handwriting — familiar, steady, and full of warmth.
“I know this perfume is temporary, but next month I’ll surprise you with the necklace you’ve been dreaming about. Thank you for believing in me, even when I don’t say it enough. You are my forever gift.”
The words blurred as tears filled my eyes. I sank to the floor, clutching that note and the perfume to my chest.
He hadn’t been careless. He hadn’t been thoughtless. He had been saving for something special — something he never got the chance to give.
And I had missed it completely.
The Real Gift
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