Ophelia loves and longs. Unconditional love is never in vain. A love that asks for nothing. A love that just is.

How painful is that love? What if it remains unfulfilled? Drowning in misery, after trying to live with it for so long, seems like the ultimate mercy. Unless of course it continues after death.

Ophelia loves and loves deeply. Her love is true and eventually leads to her demise, or salvation, depending on your perspective. Ophelia has lived other people’s lives for so long. Never hers. What a tragic existence.

Some say that love changes or even ends. Unconditional love doesn’t. According to the world, she’s worthy of pity. You can debate this logically and intellectualize to your heart’s content. It makes no difference to Ophelia.

Would she do it all again? I believe she would.