If He Had Been with Me

by Laura Nowlin

“Come on, Sylvie, take the jacket,” he says, holding it out to me. “Autumn,” I say. “Huh?” He frowns. “My name is Autumn. You just called me Sylvie,” I say.

Ik he didn’t just do that

I try to picture Jamie and me breaking up.

I’ve loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn’t change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child. It grew with every new longing in my body and desire in my heart until there was not a piece of me that did not love him. And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.