Is it really worth it?

A friend from a social networking site posted this on his wall:

"Save the night. Save the day.

Save your love, come what may.

Love is worth everything we pay."

Is it really worth it, though? Is love worth everything we pay?

Every year, my family celebrates Thanksgiving by preparing a lavish meal on the Saturday following the actual Thanksgiving day. This year, it was tonight.

A few days ago, my stepmom told me that she invited The X over to join us for our annual Thanksgiving Dinner. I said yes. Heck! I'm good to go. I'm still in the process of moving on, but I was sure that I could handle it.

Tonight I got to see him again. Tonight I got to spend time with him again. Tonight... tonight he managed to shatter me to pieces again.

I've spent 5 months of trying to recuperate from the crash. I've spent 5 months trying to move on. I've spent 5 grueling months forcing myself to believe that I'm fine and that I'll be okay...

...and it took him 2 lazy hours to have me disillusioned once more.

Is it still worth it? Is love still worth everything we pay?

I pay with tears. I pay with sadness. I pay with grievances. I pay with pain.

I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.

Is it, now, still worth it?