The One-in-a-Million Boy

by Monica Wood

Because the story of your life never starts at the beginning. Don’t they teach you anything in school?

You’d have thought Louise was the snow itself, falling all around me, muffling the cold and the wind even as she was the source of it.

a thousand songs that made people bite their lips and bob their heads, recalling a place they once lived, a person they once loved, a version of themselves they’d forgotten.

She beautified my life, and that’s the truth. In time, I forgot the rest and remembered only that.

Forgiveness is a handsome thing indeed.