If Only I Had Told Her

by Laura Nowlin

My love for her is the closest thing I have to religion. But it’s okay that she doesn’t feel the same. I’m fine. I can handle it.

Maybe you are the two stupidest people on earth who somehow don’t realize you’re in love with each other,

My devotion to Autumn is engraved on my very being. I am in awe of her. I will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. I know I will always love her in the same way I know I’ll always need oxygen.

She is comely, hallowed, and impervious. My love for her is vehement, protracted, and interminable.

“Whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same.”