Lo que hicimos por amor

We have all done something for love. With all its desires and expectations, with all its uncertainty and its epiphanies, with all its lies and rewards and grudges. With all your happiness. Ignacio del Valle immerses himself in a relationship, the creation of love, its gradual wear and tear, its destruction. Everything is a universal process, an imaginary, a daily struggle in which the happiness of two people is resolved. Two voices that intersect throughout the novel, with all the excitement and all the fatigue. Humor, empathy, crudeness. Love, "that feeling of happiness that plunges us into idiocy", as Turgenev defined it well. Always unfathomable, full of scars. Always full of hope and devastation. The first look, the seduction, the first kiss, the sex. The routine, the small miseries, the daily stress, the economy. The crossroads, the heartbreak. The endings and the silence. Because history repeats itself, but it is not similar.