MW

The last time I saw you when you were still a girl, we played in the waves together on the beach. I remember you futzing with your one-piece bathing suit a lot while I pushed you on the float; but your laughter was sometimes free and you weren't so goddamn tall. Ever since then when I've seen you, you've been doing all you can to be a young woman. I admire your efforts, but you seem very distant and unreachable. I hope, when you're done growing up, we'll still be friends.