Project Short: Knew It Then

Project Short: Story Five

I knew I loved him, then. 

But I said nothing.

Nothing of the way I wanted to comfort him, or write him letters, or hear his deepest secrets.

I said nothing of the way I hoped that someday he would love me too, that someday he would let me show the deepest grace and love that I desperately wanted to show him.

I didn’t want to talk about pounding hearts and nice feelings. I wanted to talk about the hardest and the bitterest of life, the trials of faith, the hope of a future together. I wanted to forget the wrongs and celebrate the rights, I wanted to create a home in my heart where he could belong. I wanted to create a home that he could come home to when his day was hard and his heart was hurt. I wanted to be a sanctuary of hope for him, the reason he could smile again. I wanted to tell him that my love for him was as pure as the sunrise as it shatters the grey dawn and scatters the stars in their galaxies, that my heart was as open as the ocean as the sun hits the zenith of the skies, that my trust was as boundless as the cobalt sky over the water.

I knew I loved him, then.

But I said nothing.