The perfume I carelessly threw away hid a secret that could have changed everything — but I found out too late

By the time the months were up, the perfume had become a representation of everything that was left undone. I would catch sight of it while putting away or searching for an item in the drawer and I would quickly shove it away as if I were trying to keep the pain in. I missed him even in the most insignificant ways, his low humming while cooking, his head tilting when thinking, his soft reminders to take a break when I was working too much.

It was once love that filled every corner of our home, and now it was the absence which even though silent was heard very loud.

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