Not You Anymore

 

You were great and all. 

Really don't have any major complaints about you.

You worked hard, loved people, loved outside, cooked decently, etc. 

Honestly, you're kind of still there. 

But, not entirely. 

I'm not you anymore. 

Not the perfect little girl with my hair back in a bandana. 

Not wearing the skirts anymore. 

Believe it or not, I really don't dress up hardly ever any more. 

Also, you wouldn't believe who I'm marrying, and I'm sooooo happy about it. 

You wouldn't believe a lot of things. 

Maybe you're a bit shocked, but I understand. 

In the end, I'm glad for you because you're a part of me. 

But I'm glad I'm not you anymore. 

But, I am still me. 

Yep, that's me with my man. Are you horrified? Good. I like surprising even you sometimes.