Of Letting Go

“You will have to choose, you know,” he said out of nowhere.
I blinked. Shook my head and arched my brow in question, not understanding what he meant.
I heard him sigh. But he did not say anything.
“Choose what?” I asked finally.
“To release yourself of the things that bother you,” he said, almost impatiently.
It was my turn to sigh.
“I know,” I said. “Letting go is not to cut myself off, it is merely accepting the fact that I have no control over another.”
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