I caressed her face and she leaned closer to me. A jolt of pure pleasure and happiness ran through me. I had waited so long for this moment.
The first time I saw P I thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures I had set my eyes on. She was with her sister M, and was sitting quietly in a corner. Her sister, M, was pretty in a plump sort of a way, but P was gorgeous with a lithe attractive body. They were both attractive enough, but P’s silent beauty had more character than M’s exuberant one. Who could help but love M? But I fell in love with P. M’s apparent liking for me often forced P to accompany us for the walks we took, but P never came out for a walk with me alone. The more she ignored me the more I craved for some attention from her. M’s need to be hugged and petted made me want to touch P even more. How could M be so accessible and P be so aloof?
It was almost a year before P started approaching me of her own accord. I knew she was happy when she saw me but she still didn’t let me get closer. A year is a really long time. I never realised that I could wait so long for anything in my life, especially unrequited love. Perhaps the reason for my unending patience was that I had never before felt what I feel for P. Or perhaps it was only because she didn’t reciprocate. Whatever be the reason, I knew that I wanted her to love me. I wasn’t asking for too much. To be honest, her space in my life was only restricted to office hours. I rarely thought of her when I was at home. I knew she would never be the most important person in my life. Neither did I want to be the most important person in her life. I wasn’t looking at any commitments. Just love.
Yesterday evening I stepped out of the office and saw her immediately. She was sitting in the distance, her paws folded in a ladylike fashion. Her feminine pose marred only slightly by her single-perked-up ear (Oh how I adore her ears! One is parallel and the other perpendicular to the ground.) She saw me and literally ran towards me. I automatically extended my hand towards her, expecting her to flinch away. But she let me pat her forehead. And then she licked my hand.
Ah but there hath no better heaven than a hell where you’re loved!
The first time I saw P I thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures I had set my eyes on. She was with her sister M, and was sitting quietly in a corner. Her sister, M, was pretty in a plump sort of a way, but P was gorgeous with a lithe attractive body. They were both attractive enough, but P’s silent beauty had more character than M’s exuberant one. Who could help but love M? But I fell in love with P. M’s apparent liking for me often forced P to accompany us for the walks we took, but P never came out for a walk with me alone. The more she ignored me the more I craved for some attention from her. M’s need to be hugged and petted made me want to touch P even more. How could M be so accessible and P be so aloof?
It was almost a year before P started approaching me of her own accord. I knew she was happy when she saw me but she still didn’t let me get closer. A year is a really long time. I never realised that I could wait so long for anything in my life, especially unrequited love. Perhaps the reason for my unending patience was that I had never before felt what I feel for P. Or perhaps it was only because she didn’t reciprocate. Whatever be the reason, I knew that I wanted her to love me. I wasn’t asking for too much. To be honest, her space in my life was only restricted to office hours. I rarely thought of her when I was at home. I knew she would never be the most important person in my life. Neither did I want to be the most important person in her life. I wasn’t looking at any commitments. Just love.
Yesterday evening I stepped out of the office and saw her immediately. She was sitting in the distance, her paws folded in a ladylike fashion. Her feminine pose marred only slightly by her single-perked-up ear (Oh how I adore her ears! One is parallel and the other perpendicular to the ground.) She saw me and literally ran towards me. I automatically extended my hand towards her, expecting her to flinch away. But she let me pat her forehead. And then she licked my hand.
Ah but there hath no better heaven than a hell where you’re loved!
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