This was a dream I had two years ago, from the perspective of the man:
“When do you expect us to be engaged?” I asked, lying in bed with her.
She shifted her head from my chest to look me in the eyes. Her gaze shifted downwards and an idle finger traced my chest.
“Not for a long while.” She said.
“And why’s that?” I said, somewhat hurt and confused.
Her eyes began to well and she bit and released her lip, focusing hard on my chest so she wouldn’t have to meet my face.
“I must be absolutely sure my children will not have to suffer like I did when I was young. There was another woman. He left her.”
And a hot tear fell from her face, raced down my cheek and soaked into the sheets. I that moment I understood a great loss and deep fear she had that I had never had the innocent misfortune to experience.