I stopped smoking three years ago and I still think about it almost everyday.
You're exactly like them.
The crave of lighting one up is always going to be there. To touch it between my fingers, taste it in my tongue, feel my whole body getting intoxicate with it, breathing in and out and in and out and feeling it warmer inside.
Yep. You're exactly like them.
And I hate them. I know they're not good for me. I know they're disgusting and got nothing to do with me.
I know it. But I still want it.
I learned that sometimes we need to let the things we want go because we need to do what is best for us since the only person we really have in the end is ourselves.
I also leaned with time it gets easier since the memory is not so alive anymore, you cannot tell so well how it tasted and felt and you get used to not having it anymore.
Do we ever get over it or do we just get used to it?
I've been doing pretty well these last three years, except for those days when I did not. I wonder if I will ever be able to say the same about you.