What I need is not always going to be what you understand. Maybe you won’t necessarily agree with my choices. Most likely, you will hate my ideas. at one point or another
But it’s not your life is it? Or your path. Or your dream. Nor destination.
So love me for being brave enough to make choices. For allowing myself to be vulnerable.
Know that I’m going to be wrong A LOT.
But that is life.
And for the first time, I’m choosing to live it.