I never liked the water. So I guess it's ironic that looking back after all this time my fondest memories involve a beach. She was there, of course, but back then she wasn't "the one". She was that girl I'm too good of friends with to love, because back then I still believed there should be a difference. No, back then there was an entirely different " one", for me and every other heterosexual male in senior high. Her name doesn't matter, only the feeling young men got when they saw her. You know the kind...tennis player. Proper, lively, beautiful, put together in all the right ways... She was the kind of girl they write songs about. The year was 2004, the trip was to Florida, and literally everyone was there. For some reason life has to get more complicated than that.