Dear cigarette,
I met you on a beautiful summer day in Italy 9 years ago after a plate of heavenly fettuccine carbonara and a glass of fine white wine. I fell hopelessly in love with you and your white and orange colored dress. Since then, you have accompanied me everywhere I went... But you know what. Not anymore! Today, I found out about you on Ex!
Cancer, heart disease, stroke, lung disease and diabetes, to name a few!
Cancer, huh? I'll not fall into your trap. You can't get the best of me.
Out! Get out now! Don't talk! Not even a single word! Talk to the hand! F**k off, right now! Period. 👉
