If Only I Had Told Her

by Laura Nowlin

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.

If only I’d told her that I loved her years ago, I wouldn’t be here now. Because she loved me. She loved me this whole time.

Finn didn’t live to take care of Sylvie, he lived as himself, and he was someone who took care of the people around him.

“I don’t think I could do it.” I swish the water around in my mouth. “You could and you would, because you’d have to, but you probably won’t,” Aunt Angelina says. “Being a mother is all about losing control and then surviving it.”