If It Makes You Happy

by Julie Olivia

I love this woman. I don’t know when it happened. It slipped over me so softly, like the changing of seasons. The seeping scent of baked bread first thing in the morning. A wistful sigh on a perfect fall day.

I wish I could pause this moment. Maybe keep it on my shelf like a beautiful snow globe I can shake whenever I like.

I wonder if it’s true. If I’m the only woman who sees him for the man he is. Funny and sarcastic, but selfless and good. And I wonder if he was made for me, if he’s the only man who will ever see me. I don’t believe in destiny or stars, but I have to believe Cliff’s constellation would align right beside mine.