Because of Her

Is this how love feels like? Because if so, then love is the worst two-face bitch ever, because of Her.

"Love, it's like the most two-face bitch ever... It's like an addiction" Undrunk by Fletcher

A letter to you,

Hi, my name is Arizona Robbins, I'm 31 years old and I am currently living in Seattle - Washington and I am proud to announce that I have been promoted as Coordinator in Chief of the Seattle Mental Health Center six months ago, in which I have worked for the last four years of my life.

Six months.

Six months ago I was in the best stage of my life, I had finally given recognition to my efforts and I received the job promotion that I had waited for so long, the relationship with my parents had finally started to improve after some ups and downs due to my brother's sudden death and my love life was as fluid as I would like it to be, never able to settle down with a person, always casual relationships ... that's how I like it, it's easier that way, I suppose.

Until I met her ...

The most enigmatic, charismatic and mysterious beautiful woman that I had ever lies eyes on. When I met her six months ago during the celebration of my new position in the Center, I honestly never believed that someone with such a grace and elegance would fix her eyes on me, don't get me wrong, I have confidence in myself, I am hot, but She, she was another level of hotness, almost like dirty hot.

She was unquestionably the most beautiful woman in that bar, one of those women that you just can not take your eyes off and while I admired her splendid figure, her voluptuous curves as they fit perfectly in that color plum dress, her bare muscular arms but feminine at the same time, another example of femininity and strength and that along with it her black wavy hair falling in cascades over her shoulders and back. My eyes went up slowly until reaching her round breasts noticeably visible through the daring neckline, I felt tingling at the tips of my fingers just imagine myself putting my hands on such exquisite caramel skin from her chest and neck and honestly throughout her entire body.

Then I risked a look to her face and I was completely shocked for two reasons, first, by the radiant color of her lips, her dark red lips formed into a mischievous smile and this was the second reason, I was busted, she had noticed my exhaustive gaze throughout her body and soul, being able to notice the burning unbridled desire that I felt inside of me just looking at her. My cheeks blushed, I could feel the heat spread from my chest to my neck and my ears, I was certain that even the noise of people around us talking vanished for the seconds that that look held up, because then I knew, I knew that I was not in control anymore.

When she looked at me, I felt unable to take my eyes away from her eyes. She narrowed her eyes and raised her perfectly made eyebrow almost as if daring me to look away, but she knew I would not, I was trapped, her smirk gave her an air of arrogance and smugness that I felt ashamed for it, but at the same time eager to keep it going, the only thing I could think back then was "How can someone see me like this? As if she had me at her disposal? As if she knew what she was doing to me?" Because that was what was happening, she knew the effect she had on me ... She always knew.

Because of her, I was never the same as before, there was a before and after of that woman who transformed everything I knew, what I believed, what I was taught, everything that I had built for myself, my ideals, my limits, my fears, my passions... All me was transformed, changed, perpetually different.

And so, also... Broken.

Because of Her, I know what it is to really love.

Because of Her, I know what it is to hate who you love the most.

Because of her, I know what it is like to want to never feel that love again, but at the same time not wanting to let it go.

Because of Her, this is my story now, it's not the typical romantic comedy story to which everyone is accustomed in which the guy gets the girl at the end of the movie, in which after all the suffering and obstacles the love prevails.

No, my friends, in this story you may realize that sometimes love is not enough to survive everything, but enough to want to try under your own risk.

So, you want to? Do you want to know how this end? Because if so, I can assure you that you will have to sit down and read carefully, without judging, without assumptions and with your mind wide open.

Love, Arizona