This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
We’ll crash at the supermarket…
I’ll see you, and remember, remember all I used to feel for you,
The love and the pain and the acceptance of the end,
And I’ll smile–
Not for you, but for myself.
I have grown since I was last with you.
And maybe you were good for me, maybe you were terrible for me,
But I have moved on from that era of my life.
And I’m better than I was. I’ve grown.
So I’ll smile, maybe even say hi.
We could even exchange small talk.
And when I leave—fruits and vegetables in the bag—
I’ll smile, proud of myself.