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.

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,

know I will always love her in the same way I know I’ll always need oxygen.