Blake Smith, my boyfriend.
We met while working at a restaurant. Back then, we were both so young and naive.
Blake had this natural charm, a kind of beauty that reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio. One simple smile from him could make anyone's heart melt.
Blake wasn't just good-looking; he was also incredibly kind and gentle. And to top it all off, he could cook like a professional chef.
But life wasn't always fair. Despite being so perfect, Blake had to deal with a gambling-addicted father, a bedridden mother, and a younger sister still in school. The weight of supporting the entire family rested on his shoulders.
If it weren't for all that responsibility, someone else would've swept him off his feet long ago. I wouldn't have stood a chance.
Over the years we've been together, every cent Blake earned went straight to his mom and sister.
It wasn't like he wanted to live this way, but he had no choice. If he didn't send money back home, his mom wouldn't have her medicine, and his sister wouldn't have her living expenses covered.
So, all our financial burden fell on me. But I never complained, not even once.