Deleting Photos

She would always delete him along the way, removing pictures of him from her Instagram after a fight over her posting pictures of him without his permission.

Photography was a capsule of every single memory worth capturing. She always wanted to document the journey, and that was the one thing he always fought her over.

The one night he’d go into her phone and delete all the photos that she had saved of him. Like he was preparing to rid her of himself.

Funny now, in the end, when she looks back, the evidence of him will be minimal, barely a photo to immortalize him in her journey.

Guess she was always erasing him from the memories all along. Someday, when her dementia kicks in and all she has are the pictures of him on her socials, he won’t be there.

She’d force everything to have him be a part of it all. But she’ll always end the week in deleting his photos.