If Only I Had Told Her Novels & Stories

‎ ‎Only when I was sure she was asleep did I let go—just enough to grab my phone. ‎ ‎I sent one message. One order. ‎ ‎

Don't overdo it. As I was leaving, I told him to update me, no matter what. He promised. But I stared at my phone all night. Nothing.

Donovan without puking or taking a swing at him. “I told her she should, but it only happened once.” I started to say something but she held up a hand to silence me. “I know, once is all it takes. But . . . ” She sighed, and it was a sigh of such magnitude and meaning that I wouldn’t completely understand it for a long, long time. “Imagine if she told and everyone heard about it?” “She didn’t do anything wrong—”

she said in anger “If I ask will you tell me?” He asked her as he stared at her and the anger in him was drastically reducing. “Yes” she told him and he was about to speak when she spoke again. “I would have told you… if and only you had asked me before going behind my back to plan an attack on me. I’d never forget this Daniel Lopez” she told him and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” “Have you told her?” I ask.

I said in a sad tone. I am full of regrets now. I wish that that moment I found out that I loved her, I would have told her about my feelings so that it wouldn't have come to this.

I don’t remember telling her that. “When did I say this?” I ask her and she takes out her phone and opens the messenger app on her phone and there is a voice note. She plays it and my voice is clear as day. I did, in fact, tell her this over message, but I must have been out of my skull when I did it, because I can’t remember it.

The emotions she kept hidden surfaced, mingling with the sea breeze. “I didn’t ask to be the eldest, nor to carry the responsibility,” Jill cried, her vulnerability laid bare in the quiet solitude. “I just want to be happy. If only I didn’t have this family. If only he fell in love with me. Maybe, then I would be truly happy,” she uttered in solemn reflection, her words dissolving into the vastness of the ocean, unheard echoes of a longing heart. “IF ONLY”

I mused. She nodded agreeing to everything I said. "There is one hotel though. I forgot to tell you". I puffed my cheeks. Thinking of how to tell her. "It happened that I bought another hotel". I paused. Not knowing how to explain it to her. "Oh". That was what she said.

I саn’t іmаgіnе mу life bасk іn Iowa wіthоut her and untіl уеѕtеrdау, I thought ѕhе felt thе ѕаmе wау. Thеrе аrе ѕо mаnу thіngѕ I rеаlіzе ѕhе didn’t tеll mе, and nоw I’m аnnоуеd. Fоr starters, who ѕhе wаѕ аvоіdіng; аnd why she wаѕ lооkіng for рlасеѕ in Nеw Yоrk and dіdn’t tеll mе a dаmn thіng? Thіѕ іѕ bіg.