I smoked cigarettes for about a week last summer and I remember when you told me I shouldn’t be smoking them.
You told me someone may need me when I’m older and I won’t be around because nicotine kills.
My heart sank all the way down into my stomach and I had the urge to vomit up my own heart because I wanted nothing more for you to say you will need me when we’re old.
I’ve picked up smoking again and a part of me hopes you’ll tell me to stop but I have to keep in mind that if you cared you would do so.
We use to talk about our future together and how we would be together but now I’m not really sure you want a real part in it anymore.
Maybe I was just caught up in the moment and the promises of forever.
I don’t believe in the word “forever” anymore and I don’t want it either. It’s nothing but a broken promise that hurts.
What made me think I wanted a forever?"
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