It sucks going through old photographs and seeing someone and wanting to reach out to and say "hi" because of all those memories you shared together, but you can't because you just cut contact with her.

It sucks cutting contact with someone and coming across an old photograph of her, and realizing that you've both changed and the old feeling isn't there anymore and communications have become frustrated and strained.

It sucks not being able to cut contact with someone because you're waiting for her to contact you so you can cut contact with her.


July 23, 1997 - a lighter moment at the Burmese Refugee Camp