Time For You To Let Me Go

For fuck's sake.

I'm old enough to know what I want. Even if I don't, that's on me. 

Life is all about choices and the choices that I seek may not be the ones that you agree with or approve of. While I understand that you care (and I do you too), I need the space to do me. To be me. 

So as wrong as you think my choices are, as difficult as it may be for you to understand, all I ask is that you accept me and my choices. 

I'm more than a quarter of a century old and I need you to let me go. I promise I won't disappear and I'll always be here, always yours. 

So please, unclip my wings and let me go. 

Hugs, 

Nora