Dear Cigarettes,
I openly welcomed you into my life at 15. My boyfriend smoked and shared you with me. My girlfriend would sneak you from her Dad for me. I stole you from my parents’ packs and sneaked into the cellar with you.
My first paycheck at 17 bought me a whole carton of you. It was no time until I was smoking up to two packs a day of you. But were you appreciative? No!!
I cared for you deeply, but I came to realize you did not care for me.
Right from the start, you were deceitful. You convinced me I could get through anything life handed out as long as I had you by my side. You misused me: You gave me migraine headaches, played havoc with my heart and lungs, and messed up my circulation.
When I decided to leave, you taunted me. Told me I could not get along without you. I came to believe you and went back to you. But I was wrong.
I’m here to tell you that I do not want you in my life anymore. I am through listening to your lies. I am done with you. Taunt me, if you must, but my ears are now deaf to you. I am leaving for good this time.
Goodbye Forever.
