Part One
We had only been together for three months. Everything still felt new and promising, and we were just beginning to learn the small details about each other — habits, comfort zones, and how we handled awkward or stressful moments.
One rainy evening, I found myself in an uncomfortable situation. I’d run out of sanitary pads, and the cramps were getting worse by the minute. Embarrassed but desperate, I finally asked him,
“Could you run to the store and get me some pads?”
I didn’t expect much. Most men I knew would have turned pale, cracked a joke, or asked a dozen uncomfortable questions. But he didn’t. He simply nodded, grabbed his keys, and walked out as if I’d asked him to buy milk.
About twenty minutes later, he came back with a small pharmacy bag in his hand. Inside weren’t just any pads — they were the exact brand I used. The right size. The right variant. Even the overnight length.
I stared at the package, completely stunned.
“How did you know these are the ones I use?” I asked, half amazed, half confused.
He looked at me for a second, paused… and then said calmly, without even blinking.
Part Two
“By the smell.”
The air between us shifted.
I laughed awkwardly. “Wait… what?”
He repeated it, softer this time, as if it were the most ordinary explanation in the world.
“By the smell. I remember it from your bathroom… on laundry days… sometimes when I hug you.”
A chill ran down my spine. Not because it sounded creepy — but because it was so precise. So specific. So strangely intimate. How many people notice something like that? And more importantly, how many remember it well enough to recognize it on a crowded store shelf?
I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or unnerved.
That night, I lay awake replaying the moment. Either this man was extraordinarily attentive — the kind who absorbed every detail without even realizing it — or there was a depth to his awareness that I hadn’t yet understood.
They say love makes you notice things. The way someone smells. The way they breathe. The small routines that become familiar before you even realize you’ve memorized them.
But this felt different. This felt… intentional.
I never asked him to explain further. And he never offered.
To this day, the memory lingers in the back of my mind.
Was it simply love paying attention?
Or was there something much deeper — and perhaps a little unsettling — hiding behind those gentle eyes and that calm smile?
