I Stopped Waiting, He Lost Everything

Three years of long distance with my boyfriend, and every time we met up for a meal,

he'd instinctively arrange the plates just right and find the perfect angle for a photo.

When we went out shopping, he'd snap pictures of the streets, the storefronts, the scenery. But I was never in a single frame.

I teased him once.

“Chester Henson, who are you so eager to send all those pictures to?”

His throat bobbed before he laughed it off：

“Don't overthink it. I'm just documenting my life.”

I believed him. And because I wanted to be part of his life, wanted just one more chance to see him,