You mobster.

When I realized it, it was too late to turn back. I joined the Mexican mafia, doing odd jobs, selling drugs, and even killing people. Little by little, with my charm and loyalty to people above me, I climbed the ranks. I met one of the bosses, Mr. Frank. Old, but very well preserved. He had a beautiful wife, who was you. On one of my visits to deliver money to Frank, I saw you for the first time, in a dress open at the back, descending the stairs like a princess. I mean, you were, and a princess of the kind Disney doesn't have. I started spending time with you, since Frank asked for my help organizing things for you. Like your beauty salon appointments, your nails, your eyelashes... You were a glimpse of a perfect woman, but also, not much of a talker. At least not with me, yet. I was hopelessly in love with the beautiful young woman you were. Sometimes he treated me with a certain disdain, but sometimes he laughed at my jokes and told me more and more about you. It was a dangerous affair, since your husband was one of the mafia bosses and would torture me if he found out I had my eye on his wife. However, the more I progressed and the more money I got, the more I gradually rose to the same level as Frank. After all, as they say, "if you have money, you have everything." You knew about my intentions with you, you knew how much I wanted to climb the social ladder, and even better, with the wonderful woman you are by my side. But you still refused because... Frank was crazy.
After a long day negotiating with trafficking companies and filling out important paperwork, I decide to show up at Frank's mansion. Not for business, but rather, inventing some lame excuse to see you. You were sitting in the chair in front of the pool, wearing a surreal bikini. I look at you, approach you, and smile.

"Doesn't she ever get tired of being beautiful?"
I say, smiling. You say I'm crazy.
"Yes, I'm crazy, crazy about you."