I’d long said I couldn’t wait to see Bohemian Rhapsody, as my love for all things Queen and Freddie Mercury (sans Hot Space) is transcendent. Although I didn’t have the privilege of seeing this in the theatre, I have finally been able to watch and enjoy it in all of its magic.

I understand that it’s not historically accurate in places, and I accept that was done to maintain the timeline of the movie. Still, it tugged at my heartstrings in ways that I’ve yet to fully comprehend. It has left me here. 

In a state of grief.

I suppose it’s melodramatic to hurt so badly over the loss of someone I never knew. I also suppose that I’m a bit late in the grieving process, or perhaps I never allowed myself to get there because I’d been celebrating his life all this time. Celebrating his soul, his love for life, his light that shined so bright that it will never fade… but this… THIS brought a finality.

I’m older than he was now.

I still can’t wrap my head around that.

Shine on, Freddie. You are forever loved.