The Perfume I Discarded Hid a Secret I Realized Too Late

For our tenth anniversary, I gave my husband the watch he had always wanted. He gave me a bottle of perfume—cheap, plastic, and underwhelming. I felt disappointed. I set it aside, unopened, and didn’t think about it again.

Three weeks later, he passed away unexpectedly.

The grief was crushing. I kept thinking about that night—not angry about the gift anymore, just heartbroken over my own reaction. I realized I had let my disappointment overshadow the love between us. I missed everything—his voice, his laugh, even the way he’d remind me to drink water when I got too busy.

Then, today, while cleaning, the perfume bottle fell. The cap popped off, and a small folded note slipped out. My hands trembled as I picked it up.

It was in his handwriting: