Well so it's been 8 years since. We had 8 years together. 2 of dating 4 of love and 2 of fighting. I always knew that I would run into a friend of a friend who would mention your name. I was lucky I ran into one of the nicer of your friends. No bad words will come spilling from their lips. Had I run into another they probably would have run back to you laughing and telling you how horrible I looked. I used to live in fear of running into you when I returned home for a visit. Would I say hi? Would I run? I saw you once and I could of rolled down my window and said hello, instead I peeled wheel and took off like a bat outta hell. Why I wondered? So my hair isn't bright blond anymore, I have a little extra on the front and the back, I'm not wearing haulter tops and designer shorts anymore dancing with all of my equally beautiful friends that all despise you. I may have a few wrinkles forming on the corners of my eyes. But you would see all that, wouldn't you.
You wouldn't know that all those friends of mine, are still my friends and we get together with our children and go on outings, though I know they still despise you, they never mention your name. The extra in the front & the back, it just so happens that my husband doesn't mind because I have given him a beautiful son with his eyes and a daughter on the way. I may not wear designer cloths anymore, but I don't have to impress anyone every second of the day anymore either.
And those wrinkles out of the corners of my eyes..... I guess 8 years of smiling will do that to you.
It doesn't matter who I run into that knew me & you way back when. And if I saw you, I probably would keep walking. My time, my life, and my heart is worth more to me now.