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The memory film is still clicking - even after the camera has been put away on the top shelf. Where there used to be filters, frames, and likes, only tears and a smell that can't be retouched remain. Love is like a photograph too: at first, it seems like you've got the perfect light, and then you realise you were trying too hard to get it in focus and forgot to just look. And now all those pictures seem a little foreign, as if someone else is smiling your smile in them. I wanted to save it, but I ended up deleting it. But maybe the problem isn't that the shot didn't turn out, but that some moments can't be filmed. You can only live through them - until the flash fades.