Love Chase

He froze in his tracks as she walked out of the gates of a building. 

She seemed magical. Ethereal. He was enchanted- and he knew, right then, without a doubt: She was The One.

As if in a trance, he followed her. He could no more help admiring her graceful gait and the seductive sway of her hips than a moth could help being drawn to a flame. Oh, those short, sweet legs had reeled him in hook, line and sinker. 

The vision of loveliness paused in front of him to smell the flowers growing by the sides of the street. In profile, he could now appreciate the smooth curve of her nose, her eyelids drooping to half-mast. He yearned- oh, how he yearned- for those honey brown eyes (he was sure they would be honey brown- certainly, God wouldn't be so cruel as to cheat him of THAT!) to look at him.

"Look at me, look at me!" was a chant fervently reverberating in his mind. Yet, he was almost terrified of that moment when she would turn him. Would he be able to glide to her, all suave and glib?- or would he just stand there, petrified, his tongue lolling out? AAARGH!!! This whole falling in love business was too agonizing to bear!

Unfortunately (fortunately?), she proceeded on without a glance behind her. He gazed at the smooth perfection of the curve of her ears. Suddenly, another mortifying thought struck him. She was fair, and soooo very angelic! What if she wasn't into brown haired guys? What if she didn't dig his long, long, LONG nose? What if.... she had a thing for The Very Tall, The Very Dark, and The Very Fierce ? (Shudder!!!)

WHY??!! Why was this happening to him? He couldn't possibly let his sweetheart be snatched by some dark dude with more bulk than sense!!! Especially not when his sweetheart didn't yet know she was his sweetheart! No, no, no, no, no!

While he was thus occupied, she stopped again, this time to humour the playful gamboling of little pups chasing around her. He caught his breath as he glimpsed a tender, sweet something in those meltingly warm honey brown (Thank You, God!) eyes. No creature on Earth had ever seemed to him as beautiful as she did now...

This was IT, he decided. It was now or never. He just HAD to go upto her, or he might lose her to Another forver! He thought he might go mad just THINKING of those built, phony dudes with the thickly laid-on phony gruffness in heir voices grabbing HIS girl.

After the first couple of tentative steps, he rushed after her. Nothing would hold him back now, NOTHING! 

He was just a few steps away from her now... The sunlight glistened in her fair hair. 

Almost there... He caught a waft of her alluring scent. 

Just. A. Step. More. 

He thought he might scare her off with his intensity- but then again, he might just swoon.

He was there! Gently, but with all the leashed fire of his passion, he sniffed her sweet behind.

"Oye! Get away, you filthy mongrel!"

It was her human. The nasty two-legged creature was dragging his precious love away from him, not giving her one chance to set eyes on him. 

His own master came toward him from the oposite side of the street, biscuit and leash in hand. My eyes returned of their own accord to Her.

Sometimes, Life can brutally tear your heart out and stomp all over it, like it was so much road-kill. It was doing just that now. To me. My heart was being wrenched out of my chest like-

"Pheeew! That's it, Roger! No more papaya for you, you disgusting mutt," said Jack, my human. 

Heaving a sigh from the very bottom of my soul ("Ugh!" said Jack, again), I went with him to drown my sorrow in some Pedigree- and hopefully, some stolen, no, borrowed papaya.