Learning Narrative opener

I remember the first time I saw her dark skin glistening from the cool water her curves were gliding so perfectly through. She was what wanted, and I got her. The first time she let me inside of her was almost surreal. I couldn’t explain exactly what I was feeling, pleasure or love or hatred or maybe even a little fear of the unknown future. Rightfully so as there was no way I could have ever predicted the kind of affair she and I would have over those five years. I couldn’t fathom how black the rings around my eyes would get on account of the numerous sleepless and broken nights on account of her, and the kind of unnatural power she had over my every thought, desire, and feeling. I knew destroying lives was something she had somewhat of reputation for.  She had the power to draw you in and right when you thought everything was going well, your whole world would crumble around you. And there wasn’t a thing you could do about it. But still I loved her, committed to her, did my best to do what I thought she wanted to make her better. I was and still am ready to die to protect her. Whatever it takes as long as she is safe.