I love how your clothes are always either two sizes two big or two sizes to small.
I love how you look in the mirror and slowly realize something is different but cannot tell what.
I love the way people exclaim, "I almost didn't recognize you, you've really grown up!"
I love the way your story slowly builds up into one only you I can tell.
I love the paradox, because all this growing will eventually leave me worn out
old
empty
wrinkled
a scrunched up brown paper bag trampled in the street.