If Only I Had Told Her

by Laura Nowlin

I’d rather give away all my games than lose a minute of whatever has been happening between us since Jamie broke up with her.

We weren’t touching, but it felt like the atoms between us were warm with my love for her.

This is heaven: her forehead pressed into me, her head under my arm, and my hand on her shoulder. We found each other by instinct. Even

She is the most confident and insecure person I’ve ever known.

Why must she have a perfect face too?

I take note again of how unfair it is that she can be so beautiful while hungover.

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.

It seems so obvious now; it matters which people you spend time with, and it matters how you spend your time, because you don’t know how much you have.

This baby is our story’s continuation.