Him and his

Suddenly i found out his photo album. He is good in pictures.
It felt so different. It is something that I am not part of it, purely his.
No hint of me in it.
Just him and his visual creativity.
I had been one of his creativity before.
But it get deleted every time we broke up.
When I was looking at his pictures, I felt that he is happy in his own space.
In his own space without me as intruder.
I felt that it is better that I just let him go.

But I am selfish.
I want to be there with him when he is sad.
I want to be there with him when he is happy.
I want to be there with him when he is proud.

I miss him much.