Rethink

I’d had a long-term boyfriend until a couple months before prom, so Adam and I never had the chance to consider each other as anything more than friends — except for maybe what others saw: a fruit and his fly, a fag and his hag. As I caught a glimpse of him changing just feet away from me, his shirtlessness and my singleness seemed to suddenly amplify what I had hardly thought about when we…