No one would believe me if I told them my tales...

No one would believe that my first man was a drug lord.

Not just any, but the best, or the worst...

I lay here in his arms, soaked in love and happiness...He hands caress my back lovingly...with such gentleness...It's hard to believe that these exact same hands are responsible for countless deaths...

He wrapped me up safely in his arms...Shielding me from the cold air of winter time...

Like the way he protects from the cruelty of the world...

With the crystal cage he had built so carefully for me...

To keep me away from his world...

The love he had given me is complete, whole.

He kept nothing...

The kind a love a woman would die for...

But I hate myself for receiving it...Because I do not deserve it...

For such precious gift is meant to be returned without any reservation...

But I couldn't...I wouldn't...

My heart is already torn into four pieces...

For four extraordinary men...

All so perfect and all so wrong...

He is but one of them...

No one would believe that all these sins started from the holy house...

A CHURCH...