Whatever happened to......?

Every so often, I think about the people in my past, where they are now, and what they are doing. More often than not, it's me that sends out the first message. Sometimes I get a response from that person; sometimes I don't. Even though I know it's unreasonable for me to expect (and demand) a response, I still get hurt and angry when I don't receive one. But I'm happy when I do receive one.

( This past weekend, I remembered a pair of sisters from high school. )

( Where are they now? )