i broke a nail.

curve and turn and curve again. and it hits me like a ton of bricks. and suddenly the wheels are turning again, and it all makes sense. and absolutely no sense at all, of course.

the look in your eyes got me noticing. the way your head never sits exactly upright. the way you always seem to look disheveled, like you're running late. it made me remember that. and right then and there i made up my mind. i was okay with giving away sixteen. because honestly, what am i holding out for? what is waiting another sixteen or forty of three hundred. it doesnt matter. its just for me.

so adios sixteen. welcome to the rest of my life.