LOVE, its just four words, whats the worst that could happen. I have often defined love as an emotion that compels a man or woman to see the world in a whole new light or was i wrong.
I use to be amazed by love stories, how the guy was willing to go any length to be with the girl he wanted and how the girl was equally willing to forfeit all her rights and privileges just to suffer with the one who had her heart. Am very sure those virtues sank with the titanic, never to be heard of again.
Just up until a couple days ago I was just passing through the alley of love and a familiar face i am sadly well acquainted with stopped me. It was the so unsuspecting mugger called heart break and his weapon fully loaded and cocked. He told me to empty out my pockets and so i got out my hopes for a promising relationship and the love so carefully nurtured, and right there and then the echos of two shots ran through the air and like a faint whisper, i heard, she has a boyfriend, you've been played.
So with my dying breath i write with my own blood as ink another tale about the infamous mugger of love alley.