You pick it up and you like it...the complete thing...it belongs to you, you know!! You want it all for yourself. And as you light it up, you light up that flame. The warmth kind of beckons you to a stimulating yonder you have been to before. It’s a great feeling I swear, Oh yes it is!! You feel that newness in it when you put it to your lips and take it in like you drank from her sweet lips the first time. The warmth flows inside you as it did when you held her close. You smell it in every breath just like her intoxicating perfume that had driven you wild. The flame smolders in your hand and the heat reminds you of her in your arms.
But somewhere deep inside a thought, a doubt engulfs you. Is it right? Do you really want it that way? No...You dont care...it doesn’t matter! And you shun those deliberations aside and try to focus on the present, only on that stub of smoke kissing your lips like your beloved and you it in like you had taken her...like you have always done. It is a great feeling; you live for this moment… oh yes!! Like you had been waiting for it to happen and it did. It fills up your senses and lightens you up just like her thoughts. Something snaps in you and tells you of that profound sense of belonging to each other…just the way it was when she was near you.
But as the cigarette burns, you realize its not going to last. It will end…burn out…extinguish, just like love always does. And there won’t be much that you will be able to do except throw that stub away like you tried to do with her memories. You will try to avoid it, keep away from it like you tried keeping away from her…or any thing that reminded you of her.
Come on, you know you are not capable of that …are you? How long would you resist my friend! Before long you will open up that pack again like you tried to start a new chapter in your life after her. And as you look at it, hold it in your hand; you are reminded of the time when you had sworn that you would not light up another. But still you do! It is like getting involved, falling in love all over again.
But somewhere deep inside, that first cigarette still burns, just like your first love. You can’t get rid of that …ever! It seethes slowly...hurts. Or is it that you really never want to get it out of your system. You like the memory of the time when it all started.
But it’s a new cigarette now, a new love again. Oh yes a cigarette is like a love story.
Or is it that a love story is like a cigarette!!
But somewhere deep inside a thought, a doubt engulfs you. Is it right? Do you really want it that way? No...You dont care...it doesn’t matter! And you shun those deliberations aside and try to focus on the present, only on that stub of smoke kissing your lips like your beloved and you it in like you had taken her...like you have always done. It is a great feeling; you live for this moment… oh yes!! Like you had been waiting for it to happen and it did. It fills up your senses and lightens you up just like her thoughts. Something snaps in you and tells you of that profound sense of belonging to each other…just the way it was when she was near you.
But as the cigarette burns, you realize its not going to last. It will end…burn out…extinguish, just like love always does. And there won’t be much that you will be able to do except throw that stub away like you tried to do with her memories. You will try to avoid it, keep away from it like you tried keeping away from her…or any thing that reminded you of her.
Come on, you know you are not capable of that …are you? How long would you resist my friend! Before long you will open up that pack again like you tried to start a new chapter in your life after her. And as you look at it, hold it in your hand; you are reminded of the time when you had sworn that you would not light up another. But still you do! It is like getting involved, falling in love all over again.
But somewhere deep inside, that first cigarette still burns, just like your first love. You can’t get rid of that …ever! It seethes slowly...hurts. Or is it that you really never want to get it out of your system. You like the memory of the time when it all started.
But it’s a new cigarette now, a new love again. Oh yes a cigarette is like a love story.
Or is it that a love story is like a cigarette!!
beautiful
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