Swans swam in the air above us and plants hung from window sills we looked out.
We drove four hours in one day trying to get a taste of what 18 really means.
It tasted a lot like crepes, and freedom.
She dyed her hair red.
She let go of the hurt from summer.
And we blew our money on boutiques and antiques.
They say 18 is the age that matters, but we find ourselves saying the number
slowly out loud to ourselves because it doesn't feel any different than 17 or 16 or even 14 sometimes.
Maybe one day we'll actually believe it,
but for now we'll just add nutella to our crepes.
I just stumbled across your blog and I can honestly say I am in love.
ReplyDeleteThe whole theme you have going on is amazing.
also this post really hit me.
I like the part about 18 and saying it slowly and how it doesn't feel any different
I will definitely be back
This spoke to me!
ReplyDeleteI still don't feel 18.
Also, yes to nutella crepes!
This part sums up so much:
ReplyDelete"They say 18 is the age that matters, but we find ourselves saying the number
slowly out loud to ourselves because it doesn't feel any different than 17 or 16 or even 14 sometimes."
Oh lovely. Thank you so much.
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