Katherine lived a quiet life. At 43, with no husband or children, her days were filled with work, books, and peaceful walks in the park. However, her tranquility was shattered last Thursday when she found an unexpected envelope in her mail.The envelope stood out among the usual bills and catalogs. It was plain but felt heavy. Inside, she discovered a flash drive labeled with the name “Tom” scribbled on it—Tom, her high school sweetheart and ex-husband whom she hadn’t heard from in over 15 years. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stood frozen, staring at his name. What could this mean?
Tom and Katherine met when they were 16, too young to understand life but old enough to fall in love—or so they thought. Inseparable throughout high school, everyone said they were the perfect match. Right after college, they got married, continuing what felt like a fairy tale.With trembling hands, Katherine plugged the flash drive into her computer. Her heart pounded as she clicked on the folder. A single video file was all that was there. Hesitating for a moment, she pressed play, driven by curiosity and a deep sense of foreboding. Tom appeared on the screen, but he was not the Tom she remembered. His face was pale, his eyes tired, and his voice had a frailty that made her chest tighten. Looking straight into the camera, into her, he began speaking.
“Katherine,” he said, his voice cracking, “if you’re watching this, it means I’m probably gone. I got sick, really sick, and there’s no coming back from it. I didn’t want to tell you before because I wanted you to remember me as I was, not like this.” Tears streamed down Katherine’s face as she listened to him pour out his heart. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about us, about everything we went through. You were the love of my life, Katherine. Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever did, and I’ve regretted it every day since.” He paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I understand if you’ve moved on, I really do. But I needed you to know how I felt.
ever seen together. She smiled, remembering how Tom had insisted on keeping it as a souvenir of their first date. Even though the movie had been forgettable, their shared laughter was not. Beneath the ticket, there was a little seashell. They had found it on the beach during a spontaneous road trip to the coast, their first adventure together. Tom had playfully placed it in her hair, calling her his “mermaid.” It was silly and sweet, a moment of pure joy she had almost forgotten.And then, there was the last item, a photo of them taken during their last encounter before the divorce. They were at a friend’s barbecue, trying to smile for the camera despite the tension between them. Looking at it now, she could see the sadness in their eyes, the unspoken realization that it was the end of their journey together. But even in that moment of farewell, there was a tenderness, a reluctance to let go. These little treasures, each a chapter of their shared history, now lay in her hands, heavy with the weight of all the years and all the words left unsaid. They were more than just objects; they were fragments of a life that could have been and a poignant reminder of the love that once colored her world. Finally, Katherine found the courage to visit his grave. It was a crisp fall day, the leaves a burst of color against the somber grays of the cemetery. She brought daisies, his favorite, and a letter she had written in response to his video. “Dear Tom,” she began, her hand trembling as she placed the letter against the cool stone of his headstone. “I watched your video. I heard every word, felt every emotion. I am so sorry for everything—for leaving, for not being there, for losing so many years. Thank you for your love, for the memories, and for this last gift. I forgive you, and I hope you can forgive me too. I’ll always carry a piece of you with me.”Leaving the flowers and the letter, she stood up, feeling a gentle breeze. In that moment, surrounded by the whispers of the past, she felt a sense of peace. It was time to move forward, carrying Tom’s memory with a heart ready to heal.
