WHAT HE DOESN’T KNOW

WHAT HE DOESN'T KNOW

Ally Jennings

Tomorrow, there will be tears. He will say that he loves you, but right now, it is all too much. He will say that life is too heavy, and he would never drag you along through the dark. There will be a scene on the living room couch, a gut-wrenching scene. The knife of betrayal stuck so far into your heart that it will leave you reeling. He will try to convince you that you can do better, that someday you’ll be better off without him. You’ll tell him that he doesn’t know what you want; he isn’t thinking clearly, and this love you built is worth fighting for.

You’ll never be anything without his love, he thinks. There will be punches and kicks, you’ll blame him for everything, he thinks. There will be cursing and spitting, angry words cracking the paint on the walls, he thinks. There will be a twenty-foot monster raging through the living room, smashing everything in its path, while he sits there calmly, he thinks. You will shatter the windows with your screams, so loud that the world will shutter at the sounds you make, he thinks. Yet, he is wrong. What he doesn’t know is that you have seen it. It came to you in a dream where he left you in the dust, thinking you were kicked in the dirt, cut and bruised by the words he had to say. You weren’t.

Today, he wraps you in a hug, kissing your forehead, telling you that you will never know how much he loves you. He pulls back, looking at you with emeralds. The smile descends on you, awaiting yours in return.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes.”

What he doesn’t know is that you’ll be ok; maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

Courtesy - Meaghan Boyd