For some...
Love is finding peace.
Love is finding joy.
Love is finding happiness.
However, love for me it's a different story.
Love is the reason why I became a murderer.

[laughing] I remember it was on a Saturday,not quite sure of the time but what I remember is that it was that Saturday we were suppose to go out but he cancelled our plans.He told me that his parents came over to spend a night with him.You know this was a bit strange, normally when his parents come over they always invite me but then besides that it didn't make sense, like it didn't make sense at all, just last night he told me that his parents went on some business trip in America.

I was trying to make sense of this, so I texted him, he read my message and didn't reply,I called him, he hanged up, that's when I knew that something was going on.I got in my car, went straight to his apartment and when I got there,I saw a car I could recognise, for a moment i stopped and prayed.I stormed to the house. Because I got the keys I opened without knocking and that's when I saw them,I mean him and that girl he said is not his type, cuddling on a couch. I couldn't think,I couldn't think straight,I couldn't believe what my eye were seeing.I took a knife and started stabbing him,he screamed telling me that he can explain I didn't care less I continued stabbing him up until I saw him down on the floor, the floor was full of blood,he was drowning in his own blood and I was drowning in my own tears. I stood there next to him,asking myself how can I do such a thing to a person that I love that's when I took my phone called the ambulance and the cops.

Love is the reason I am going to spend the rest of my life in prison

Written:Kgolagano Tshela-02 Oct 2015