The memories of the ones we keep close in life are much the same. We snap photos of all that we deem important: our wedding, the vacation to Mexico, things we think will get a laugh or a lot of likes on Instagram. And this is how we write the story of our lives. But it’s all the stuff in between, the things that get deleted from memory cards and our own recollection, that makes up so much of why we love the people we love in first place.