One day I’ll be loved the way Mom loves Dad and Wes loves Linds and Talia probably loves Zaq. But I’m loved already, right here, right now. Loved even if I change, even if I’m not the same Ophelia I’ve always been. Loved by people who are willing to try memorizing a song from a Shakespearean play the night before their senior prom in the simple hope that it’ll make me smile, make my not-so-foolish dreams come true. It’s more than enough, and here, right in front of my watering eyes, is undeniable evidence that I am too.
