The photograph for this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, 1,000 Words, Take Two conjured up the following dialogue in my mind.
Him: I’m going to miss you so much. It seems like only yesterday you got here completely unexpected and unannounced and gave me the best week I’ve had in I don’t know how long. Now I feel like I’m right back where I was seven days ago.
Her: I know it’s not fair … I should never have come, but I panicked and ran and, well, you were the only person I could imagine being able to make me feel right. I know it was selfish of me and I’ll never forgive myself for it, but you have to believe me when I say I thought it would work out. It was so terrible.
Him: Of course I understand. We go back a long way, we have a history. I’m as aware of that as you are. Don’t be so hard on yourself, we both knew it was a chance and we both agreed to take it. I’m still willing to give it a shot, but if you need something else I’ll be patient.
Her: I can’t make any promises. All I know right now is that coming here to Europe was a mistake. I’ve put you in an emotional turmoil and I’ve loaded myself down with guilt on top of my sadness. I was so stupid.
Him: It’s not all you fault; in fact it’s not your fault at all. You had every reason to believe something exciting and wonderful was in store for you after all your loyalty and dedication. You were anticipating the great outcome to things that you so deserved, and deserve still. But that wasn’t to be. You had the carpet pulled out from under you.
Her: I know … it’s just that I feel so stupid. Not only for feeling the way I did, but for thinking it would all work if I came here. I never looked at it logically.
Him: It’s okay … you were set up by what happened last summer. How were you to know? Really, don’t be so hard on yourself.
Her: I feel much better when you say those things. I guess it’s natural that I should feel let down by the New England Patriots not making it to the Super Bowl, even though I watched every game they played this year and bought a bunch of Patriots souvenirs. When I ran here for consolation I thought I’d be ready to watch the game from here, a safe distance from the disappointment. With the Summer Olympics last year in London, NBC just did away with the time difference and made me believe we were all on the same time. But there’s no way I can watch the Super Bowl at 2:30 in the morning. I just can’t do it!
Him: I understand … go on …take your tram to the airport and enjoy the game at a reasonable hour. I’ll be here …
Her: You’re a great guy, even if you’re more of a soccer fan than an NFL follower. Enjoy your narrow European streets and cobblestone roads and years of history and culture.
Him: Keep in touch.