In my youth, I got sick.I'll be clear right away.In my youth, I believed that true, truly noteworthy love stories consisted of suffering or the need for colossal sacrifices. That's why my faith was so strong - because I forced myself to believe. I gave birth to a real masochist in the heart of a romantic, which became the cause of my illness.I didn’t know this when I lived my story, my warped fairy tale, because I was young and naive. I succumbed to temptation and nurtured this throbbing monster who, with every blow, with every thrust, with every breath, yearned for more.Triple Falls was not at all what it seemed at first, and neither were the men who accepted me under your wing. But to be with them, I had to become an accomplice to their secrets.Secrets that cost me everything.That's the unusualness of fiction compared to reality. You can't relive your love story because it ends as soon as you realize you're living it. In any case, this was the case with me and the men to whom I entrusted my stupid heart.After so many years, I am convinced that I myself brought my story to life under the onslaught of the disease.And everyone was punished.