I had been waiting to hear those words my entire life.
I shouldn’t have been so impatient.
Sitting on my Mother’s knee, I strained to hear them from her pretty lips.
Playing ball in the yard with Dad I looked for them each time I scored a goal.
I strained to hear them from each new teacher.
After my first kiss with Steve I tried to convince myself but seeing it mouthed was so different to actually hearing it.
And then there was you.
You really tried to make me listen.
I could see the frustration in your wild eyes and feel it stinging my cheeks. I hid the other marks under the prettiest of dresses and under layers of make-up.
But although I could always see your angry lips moving I was eternally condemned to silence.
Until your knife ripped it’s way so easily into my heart.
Perhaps I was already dead, but for the first and last time I heard those words.
“It’s only because I love you …”
Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner (FFftPP). This weeks photo prompt is courtesy of https://pixabay.com/en/hand-spirit-dark-world-gateway-316639/ . The first words in italics are part of the challenge.