she and me or this post has no proper ending

I thumb through the pages of my past where it mingles with hers, every once in awhile, when I think I should be moving on. There are not many constants for either of us but then the time is quite close to a quarter century. How long are things supposed to last in a throwaway society?

There are a couple faces that are the same but even those are just repeat visitors. It comes down to family and her and me and even some family members have moved on.