It's a little weird exchanging pictures for money. You know what I mean. It makes me a little uncomfortable.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!
Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.