“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.”
I sank to the floor, holding the bottle and note to my chest, tears streaming down my face. The perfume wasn’t thoughtless—it was filled with love, effort, and quiet intention. He had been saving for something bigger, but the real gift had already been given.
Now, that perfume sits on my bedside table—not as a symbol of loss, but as a reminder of a love that was always there: humble, patient, and enduring.
Sometimes the value of a gift isn’t in its price, but in the heart behind it. And sometimes, we only realize it too late.
