After a long day, I came home expecting to find my wife, Elise, but the house was silent. Her closet was empty, and on the table was a bottle of floor cleaner with a note: *“Keep it shiny for the next one! Goodbye.”*
I called her sister, Caroline, who revealed Elise had been planning this for months. I was stunned. Two days later, I saw her at a café with another man, Remo. She said she left because I stopped caring—about her, our relationship, and myself. She said the note symbolized her giving up on trying to “shine” our marriage.
Her words hit hard. I became obsessed with my flaws until I reconnected with Winona, an old friend who reminded me to live in the moment. One day, she said, “Your head catches the sunset perfectly, like a spotlight.” That stuck with me.
Finding the cleaner bottle later, I threw it away and said, “Some things aren’t meant to shine; they’re meant to grow.” Now, I notice life’s small joys—like Winona’s mint-green nails. Losing Elise taught me to evolve, and maybe that loss made room for something better.
