Spicy and Forbidden.
Like that time we were at the diner and she was being goofy and she had whipped cream at the corner of her mouth and she dared me to lick it off her lips in the crowded restaurant.
And I was feeling goofy too, and I took up the dare. But then she held onto my shirt, and kissed me deeply.
My chest squeezed, and I had to deeply inhale so I could delete that core memory off my phone and off my mind.
Moving forward, I deleted each photo without hovering over each of them, or trying to recall any of the memories. The faster she left my mind, the easier for me.
Finally the camera roll was clean and all the affection I had for her was replaced by a cold, hard void.