He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
He ran right through the line of danger and “shielded” his two-year-old sister’s body on the ground. He was struck by three bullets in the process—one flew across his back, and another went in and out of his chest.
