And all were punished.Ĭecelia believed in romantic love and looked for a worthy man to give her heart to.
Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality.
But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets. Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow. I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy.īecause of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness, When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve.
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