We dated distantly for two years. What kept us together and going was the kind of photos we sent to each other. Explicit and adult-rated. We spent a lot of time chatting and exchanging photos and videos.

“Can I see your face?”

“Can I see the two melons and what they are doing?”

“How about…you know what I mean? Snap and send.”

She never said no and when she wanted it from me, I didn’t shake my head. I came to have a huge library of such photos and videos. I saved them in the cloud and put a key on it. Anytime I missed her, I’d open and go through the library. They were always fresh and new to my eyes as if they were sent a couple of seconds ago.

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We didn’t fight. We didn’t quarrel. The distant fought against us. The valleys came in the way. The distant clouds overshadowed the sunshine of our relationship. She got tired and asked for a breakup. I was devastated. If I had money, I would have flown home to make things right but it was too late.

I kept the photos in the cloud. I visited them often while my heart was in tatters. They became my friends. I clung to them the way I would have if she was with me. The melons. The You-know-what-I-mean. I couldn’t delete them. I watched them to keep her close though she had broken away from me.

A year later, I came home with the desire to make things right with my presence. I rehearsed my lines, what I would say to make her mine again; “The distance can’t hold us apart any longer because I’m home. Let’s be us again.”

The day I saw her, she was with a man. She told me, “He’s the one now. I’m sorry. It’s too late.”

The scab on my broken heart got peeled off so I bled again. I told her the story of the old flames and how they rekindle easily. The devil you know and how he’s better than the angel you don’t know. She shook her head. “We are getting married soon. I can’t turn my back on him.”

I went back to the photos in the cloud. The only thing that has been unfailing. I watched them while my heart bled. I knew I’d lost but I wasn’t going to lose the photos and the videos. I kept them and visited every once in a while. She’s married but I still have the photos. I have a girlfriend. We are building something new but I always see myself going back to the photos in the cloud.

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It feels like a sin watching the nakedness of someone’s wife. Sometimes I want to delete them. I want to let them go so I can begin again. But deleting them feels like throwing away an inheritance. A heirloom. A piece that answers the puzzle of the past. I can’t. From 2016 to 2018. It looks like I’m going to keep them for a little bit longer, longer than the relationship itself lasted. They are mine. My precious.

— Dada

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