I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

was tucked into one of the bouquets near the porch swing.
I bent down before Jane could say anything, pulled it free, and turned it over in my hand.
There was no name on the outside, only a crooked little heart drawn in blue marker.

“Mark,” Jane whispered.

I opened the envelope.
Inside was a folded note written in uneven handwriting.

The first sentence made continue reading …