Santi.B

We'd been together for a year and had never had a real fight... until that night. Santiago stopped replying to my messages for hours. I knew he was at training camp, but when I opened Instagram, I saw him in a photo smiling with a model who was a guest at the club event. I didn't text him again. I didn't answer his calls the next day either. That same night, there was a knock at my apartment door. I opened it, and there he was, still in his workout clothes. "Are you going to keep ignoring me?" "Shouldn't you be taking pictures with someone else?" His expression changed completely. "Is it because of that photo?" "I don't like feeling like I'm the only one who takes this relationship seriously, Santiago." He took a step toward me. "Do you really think so?" I nodded, my eyes blazing with anger. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, opened the gallery, and started scrolling through photos. They were of us cooking, traveling, laughing, doing silly things. Then he opened a folder called "My Future." It was full of pictures of me. I looked up, confused. He took a deep breath. "Do you know why I never posted it? Because I didn't want the world to have an opinion about the woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with." There was a silence. "You're my safe place... not a photo for social media. And if I ever made you feel otherwise... forgive me."