Ophelia After All

by Racquel Marie

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.

It’s more than enough, and here, right in front of my watering eyes, is undeniable evidence that I am too.

I’m not a fool. I know that in a few months, once we’re both graduated and states apart, Linds and I probably won’t really be friends anymore. It’s one of the many truths I’ve been hiding from all year, something I didn’t want to face because it meant another thing would be changing.

In this moment, and hopefully for many after, I don’t miss being straight. Not one bit.