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Time passed slowly before I found the strength to sort through his things. One afternoon, I opened the drawer again and picked up the bottle, hands unsteady. As I moved, it slipped and fell, the cap breaking open. While kneeling to gather the pieces, I noticed a folded note hidden inside. Seeing his handwriting took my breath away. The message was simple, but it changed everything: he was saving for something bigger, something he knew I wanted, and this was only the beginning. His words carried gratitude, hope, and a depth I hadn’t seen at the time.

Now, the perfume rests on my nightstand, unopened. I don’t need to use it to feel its presence. It has become a reminder to pause before judging, to listen before assuming, and to recognize that love often arrives quietly. The smallest gestures can hold the greatest meaning, waiting patiently for us to notice. What once felt insignificant now carries something permanent—a final lesson in how love speaks, even when it whispers.