He came when I never would have expected
Everything changed when our eyes met
What I felt when my eyes set upon him
I'll never be able to explain with words
translation of a song by Jenni Rivera
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"Why don't you explain to me how this started?" My therapist asked me.
I hated that I was here, but I was forced, under direct orders from all those that loved me.
Damn, them.
"It started," I sighed, willing to cooperate now that I'd been in this stupid room for an hour and I didn't want to waste any more time here. When did it start again? Oh, how could I forget. "Are you sure you want to hear this? I mean I take forever to tell stories." I finally looked up at her with a slight laugh.
She's my therapist who's paid by the hour - if this is long she probably doesn't give a damn because it helps her.
"Take all the time you need." The brunette with glasses and a soft, sweet glance smiled.
"Your funeral." I shrugged - I wasn't even good at telling stories, and this one I could guarantee she would not be too interested in.
"It started again, I guess," I entered a qualifier as I rolled my eyes and sighed, but I stopped joking around when I actually thought about it. "When I met him." I smiled softly as I thought about it.
"Met who?" She asked, with an honestly curious sounding voice.
But I didn't look up at her face, because I was too lost in the memory of the first time we met.
"The love of my life." I whispered, and looked at the corner of the room as I fell back into that time...
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"She's late," I sighed as I looked around the room filled with hundreds of billionaires for what seemed like the millionth time. "She promised she wouldn't be late."
"Stop worrying, she's fine. Now, how do I look?" Max, my boyfriend of- was it really 4 years already? - popped his tux to loosen it, shook his neck a bit, and grinned the fakest smile I had ever seen.
"You look great, for the hundredth time," I rolled my eyes and smiled sweetly as I gently lifted my hands to his neck fix the collar that he messed up a bit.
I could hear his breath quicken, and though I'd love to believe it was my mere presence that got him all worked up, I knew it was something else entirely.
"Listen, there's no reason to be so nervous," I reminded him as I fiddled with the placement of his tie. I always had a little bit of OCD when I found it wasn't directly in the middle. When I finished I started fixing his black short, curly yet sharp hair with my feminine touch. "You're a shoe-in. There's no way he's not giving you that promotion." I lifted his chin with the tips of my fingers and smiled as I looked into his eyes.
"I can't help it," He looked to the side and his cheeks were flushed. "There's a bunch of guys who were killing for that position and-" He started, explaining what I had heard on repeat for the past three months.
"Sh-" I put my finger to his lips and smiled. "My father loves you. He knows you're extremely hard-working, and there's no way after he's seen all the effort you've put in that he'd give the position to anyone else." I reminded him.
It was true. Max had sacrificed countless clubbing Saturdays to leave me and work instead, for hours. Sometimes, I'd go to the office on Sundays and still see him there, working. He was a workaholic and the idea that he thought anybody else deserved this job was ridiculously stupid.
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