I'm at the water park. I keep looking at girls that are 15. Maybe 16. I wonder about them, their lives, loves, boyfriends, grades in school. Such brilliant, beautiful girls. They don't even know how brilliant or beautiful they are.
They're wearing bikinis that make them uncomfortable, one hand on their tummy to hide any bulge. They toss their hair up casually in a bun that's just a bit too done to be casual. They try not to look at the boys, letting their eyes slide over any male, studiously avoiding eye contact.
Beautiful girls. They've already figured out what makes boys tick. They don't know what to do with it, though.
Brilliant girls who haven't figured out what makes them tick inside, though. Unsure. Towels wrapped, but strategically. Standing, looking at the moms with the mom belly and the toddler. Worried that will be them. Afraid no one will ever love them enough.
I miss my beautiful, brilliant girl.
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