"Is love worth it" By: E. D. Oghre

They say love hurts, that it beats you down, breaks your heart and shatters your soul.
But the question is this, is it worth it ?
Well the answer is,
No!
But if you doubt me then listen to my story.

I met Jane 3 years ago and from that day, I was in love.
You see she was perfect to me, her dazzling eyes and breath taking smile.
She was my true love, my other half, she completed me and in her presence I had peace . Or so I thought.
My friends warned me that girls like her only fell for the money, but what did they know about love?
Our love was strong, it was greater than money. They were just jealous.
They told me that everytime I bought her a new cloth, she used it to go out with other guys, but who will believe such blasphemy against my precious dear.

Until one faithful day, my brother came from overseas and so I decided to introduce her to him.
Now three months after, I stand in church waiting for their wedding to start.
Two weeks ago, Jane broke up me and then my brother announced his wedding to her.
And the funniest thing is that he still had mind to make me the best-man.
Don't worry, I will be the best best-man.
So you see love hurts, it breaks your heart and shatters your soul.
But the question is this, is it worth it?
Well hell No!
That was last thought in my head as I pulled out the gun from my pocket, pulled back the safety and fired.

Artwork By: Rene Magritte

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