Time for a Second Chance

 

Because I am missing my wife.

Memories can be so fragile. That is what I have learned. It is because whenever I go back to the past I end up crying or sad at the end of the day. And that is what I am feeling at this moment.
I tried to compose myself as I watched the man of my dreams entered the hotel’s main door.
“I’m sorry I am late,” he reached for the chair in front of me and sat there facing me.
I nodded once. “Nothing to be sorry. It is me who’s early.”
“Okay. So are we going to discuss this annulment over the court or shall we fix it on ourselves?”
I was taken off guard by his directness. But I shook it away before he noticed it. “I’ll sign the papers. There would be no problen on my side.”
I saw him frowned.
“What?”
“What’s with you?”
It’s my turn to frowned. “What’s wrong with me?”
He shook his head. “No arguments this time? No bitchiness?”
I flinched at his last question. “Bitchiness?”
He nodded. “You looked different. What’s with the changes?”
I got tired. I wanted to say that because that’s what I am really feeling. I am tired pretending that what is happening doesn’t affect me when it does. And it hurts me. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Nothing,” I answered.
I can see he didn’t believe my answer but he didn’t question me about it. He just stare at me. Trying to analyze me.
“Hand me the papers so I could go.”
He gave out a deep sigh. “I don’t have it with me.”
“What?”
“I don’t have it here with me. But I’ll make sure my lawyer will send it to your office within the day.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “If you didn’t have it with you then why did you set this meeting up?”
He squared his shoulder and smiled ridiculously.
“I can’t believe this.” I stand up and gathered my things. But before I could leave him he reached for my hand.
“Can’t you stay for a dinner? Even for old time sake.”
I gloat at him and shove away his hand.
“I don’t have time for this Benedict. Try setting another date if you want.”
“Must I set another time when you are already here? Why don’t you try it yourself today? Squeeze me in your schedule. Set another time for me.” His eyes was slightly pleading. If that was only an act then, he’ll surely get an award for best actor.
“Set a time for you? Why should i do that?”
He looked straight at me. Seriously. “Because I am missing my wife.”
I was stunned. I don’t know what to say. I know I should stay unaffected. I must not make him see my pretense is starting to wear off. But I was, literally, taken off guard by his reply.
“I am missing you, Meredith.”