Now and Then

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Some day's I really miss smoking.

I miss the beauty of the unpredictable patterns the smoke creates, the crackle and burn of the tobacco.  Its scent has become a living reminder of moments celebrated, moments lost, and the growing pains of my youth.

I miss the first inhale and exhale, the weight of the cigarette between my fingers and the caress of the filter against my lips. It was a secret romance, nothing short of a wild passionate love affair, until it wasn't.

In private, and on occasion I wish I could go back. -tM