Pardon Me - Amanda Part 5

She:
I did not realise.
He: 
I could have given her the world then.
Died for her, but it was not meant to be.
I gave up, that was the hardest thing I have ever endured.
I spent an entire two years without courtship.  
She: 
Maybe……….
Maybe it was meant to be.
Look at how we met
I was young, stupid, and maybe even delusional.
He: 
It is alright, we get past these rough edges.
I must say you have not altered a bit.
You still look very much ravishing.
Even at the tender age of 65. 
I’m sure, someone for you will come about.
She: 
I thought…
Were you not courting…….
He: 
No, I believe you got it wrong sweet Amanda.
As I said a few days ago, you looked a lot distraught.
I just wanted to lend an ear.
And give you an encounter.
To show you there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
Cliché, yes, but it is true.
I bear witness.
She: 
Then why are you always here?
Just to lend an ear.
I thought….
He:
Pardon me, I keep cutting you off.
But my kids are done playing.
And if I do not return, my wife will start a brawl.
Pardon my sudden departure Amanda.
There is light at the end of your own tunnel.
Do not despaire.
it was quite a pleasure to see you again. 
Please do keep well. 

© Herzel Poshiwa
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Daisy Avatar
October 9, 2015 at 4:28 AM
The ending kind of broke my heart, not that I'm a sucker for happy endings but it's sad that at the end of the conversation she had to go back and tend to her cats. Brilliant
Poshiwa Avatar
October 12, 2015 at 3:13 AM
I am glad you enjoyed it Danai, I am a sucker for happy endings but had to add a twist....xx
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