cancer ;; [taekook]

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One of my favourite memories that I have of my past life is when my lover discovered his passion of photography.

He used to go everywhere with his camera and take picture of little things. Details no one ever notice, but where the most important things for him.

I know, I've ever known, he also used to take pictures of me. He had a million. He kept them all in a box under his bed. Now that I can see all those moments from his point of view, I know that he used to watch them in is bed alone, just to look at me when I couldn't look back at him.

Once he took a picture of the clouds a moment before the storm. That was one of my favourites.

I wish you could all see the face he used to make when he discovered something new. Or when he had seen something so good he had to take a picture of it. Not like a child who someone gave candies, not like he wanted to posses the thing, but like a blind person who had seen the stars for the first time in life, like he had discovered the greatest thing in the world.

His favourite type of models were people. But not normal people: people who were talking about something they loved. Once he told me he liked them better because happiness light people's eyes more than everything.

That's why I always went with him, in every situation: I talked with people, he photographed them.