Pardon Me, Pardon My 4-

She: How very noble of you to say such. But I disagree. If this is where it is meant to be, I would have smile rather than a smug. He: About two decades ago. On rainy day. I saw a sight, a sight that roasted my heart. And not only my heart by the way. She: Ha-ha He: Hilarious, but it is very much true. I vowed to myself that I would make her mine. The following day, still a rainy day. I stood by the path she took. With a bunch of roses from my garden. I had revised my lines all night. She: A very bold move that was. He: I thought so too. But we did not think alike. I greeted her modestly with the flowers in hand. All she did was stare at me and walked right past. She: What a terrible person. He: I did not think that way at that time. You have to understand that I was perfectly whipped. I thought she was just playing coy. Nevertheless, the exact following day. With a bunch of fresh flowers. The sun fortunately had smiled on me. I felt optimistic. She: Did it pay off? He: Well, at that time it did not. Pardon my harshness, But she had a heart like that of a tiger then. I would not know now though. However on that sunny day. Passing right by me, she said.. “Should you not be on a rail road or something? A girl of my calibre would never find you as a suitor” You can imagine my embarrassment. She: (Aghast) He: I was never a man to give up easily. Even after being told she had denied many suitors. Including the noble as you like to call them. She was waiting for a white night, they said. I tried anyway. She: I did not……you look…. He: I courted her for a good year and a half. Brought her flowers, which were always tossed. I bought her chocolates once. With the very last of my pennies. She threw them in a river. Caught a cold waiting for her to pass by her path. She scowled at me. Did not even offer me shelter of her umbrella. (c) Herzel Poshiwa