“I’m not going to leave you, Ophelia. I love you. And I know you’re not ready to say it back, and I understand why. But I love you in ways I’ve never loved anyone before. My mind has been this shitty shade of gray for so long, and now there’s this little thread of auburn copper.” I wrap a lock of hair around my finger. “This little orange strand runs through the gray like a ray of hope. I love every piece of you, especially the parts that you’ve convinced yourself aren’t worthy of my love.”
