You speak of opportunities missed, never to be offered again; as if its an irrevocable loss, one that I'll feel keenly. Now, perhaps I, in my youth won't; can't understand the loss. But can't it be, that this sound of one door slamming shut; is also the sound of another creaking open?
I won't believe that life is as closed as you would make me believe, the past year has showed me that; if nothing more. Doors close; doors open, all part and parcel of this thing called "life". I love you. I respect you. But all I ask, is that I be allowed the latitude of choice; to pick those I wish to step through.
I accept the consequences.
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