This isn’t everything. I have books and shorts and a lot of other stuff that I never saved. I could never take pictures of all the letters. There are too many. This is the stuff I put in what I call my “Tristen box.” I didn’t know why I saved all of this shit at first, but now I know. I guess deep down I always knew I’d lose him. But this doesn’t bring him back. I don’t know why I took the pictures and I sure as hell don’t know why I’m uploading them. But here they are. All of my memories. Each one tells a story.