And there, standing in front of the priest and the countless sparkling eyes anticipating to hear my affirmative “Yes, I do!”, I realize I no longer crave for that man. I no longer crave to spend the rest of my days with the person who has been helping me through the hardest of times, who supports and loves me unconditionally. I no longer crave the feeling of his lips touching mine or his strawberry breath all over my body which once used to give me butterflies.
Right now, I just stay numb and speechless, figuring out how to confess to who I thought was the love of my life, that I’m addicted to another human being. Or more specifically – a woman. My consciousness goes somewhere else as I begin to mull over her. For my own sake she is not among the guests today, otherwise I might have gone in tears and leave this place. I have been drowning into my own sea of lies since I started seeing Sin Rostro. Her real name is Rose and Sin Rostro is a felonious nickname that means “the man without a face”. She is a notorious hardened criminal who every living detective in Spain is trying to put behind bars.
Our affair started 3 years ago in Valencia, the town I’m currently living in. One Saturday Josh, my boyfriend, had an important business meeting so I decided to go to the breathtaking crystal clear blue beaches next to the coast. I sat at the sunbed under a thick shade of a thatched umbrella and ordered a Pina Colada. There was a free lounge on my right side. Just as I was taking a sip from my drink, Rose appeared near me and asked politely if the seat beside me had been taken. I was stunned by her perfect slim body – her long legs, thin belly, extremely gorgeous face and long red hair. She had the warmest green eyes I have ever seen. It was obvious that she was not local as she had nothing in common with the residents here. Rose introduced herself and we started talking. After the waitress came to inform us that the bar was closing, we realized that we had been chatting for the past 4 hours. Hence, we decided to take a short stroll along the park and that was when we exchanged our phone numbers and our story began.
From that day on, I continued to see Rose almost every weekend when she took me on her private yacht so that no one could notice us. I am not typically attracted to women at all, or at least I wasn’t until I met her – the one that makes my heart flip every time I see her. The one that I can neither stop thinking about nor imagine my world without her. Although she has been in an unwanted marriage and I have been dating my boyfriend for 2 years, we couldn’t deny our feelings for each other. The sparks were unavoidable and our love grew rapidly. No sooner had she told me that she had been involved into illegal practices than my affection for her became even stronger. While she considered that I might be intimidated and back away from her, I did the opposite and stood by her side without any hesitation or fear of being regarded as an accomplice.
My mind goes back to the wedding where Josh is still grasping at me and the priest and the audience are getting nervous and concerned. Though I don’t want to be with him anymore, I cannot imagine breaking his heart in two as well. He is my best friend and I am the one responsible for the calamity about to happen… Oh, God, “let me not to the marriage of true minds”!