When I Finally Say Yes to Letting Go

I miss out on a call from my fiancee, Lauren Sink, because my phone is out of service when I'm in the elevator.

The next thing I know, I receive a text from her, stating that our wedding has gotten called off.

"Let's call off our wedding. I don't want to marry you anymore. Gregory isn't feeling well, so I've gone over to his place to take care of him. I don't want you disturbing us."

This is the 99th time Lauren has called off our wedding because of Gregory Cooper.

But this time, I don't get to plead to Lauren in time because I'm in too much agony from the news.

Suddenly, I see a row of comments appearing before my eyes.

"Why aren't you pleading with Lauren to stay with you, Cameron? She loves you, you know! She just doesn't know how to convey her feelings for you!"

"She doesn't love Gregory at all! She gets close to him and calls off the wedding with you just to make you jealous!"

"If Lauren genuinely doesn't want you to disturb her, why would she tell you where she is? Hurry up and please her already!"

My heart skips a beat at the sight.

So… So Lauren has loved me all this time?

But I don't want the love that I can't feel at all.

I got up wearily and went home to pack my things. At the same time, the live comments continued scrolling before my eyes in defense of Lauren Sink.

"Don't go, Cameron! Lauren actually loves you! The room she never lets you enter is full of proof that she loves you!"

I froze for a moment and turned to look at the tightly shut door. Lauren had never allowed me inside. Once, I tried to sneak in when she wasn't around, but she caught me.

Furious, she had threatened to break off our engagement. That marked the very first time she had said that. I panicked and humbled myself completely, coaxing and apologizing to her the whole night.

"I'm sorry, Laurie. I'll stay far away from that room from now on, okay? Please don't be mad at me anymore."

Since then, I had never dared to go near that room again. I even convinced myself that the room was filled with memories of her with Gregory Cooper. Now, the comments claimed that it was all proof that she loved me.

Unconvinced, I gripped the door handle and pushed it hard. What filled my vision were photos of me. There were pictures of my daily life, my graduation, our trips, and my first day at work…

Almost every small moment of my life growing up had been captured by her camera. On the table were magazines I had once recommended to her. She used to say they were boring, yet she had secretly bought copy after copy.

Beside them lay a thick stack of diaries, every page filled with moments when she had loved me. I stared