You're like the cigarettes I used to smoke. I always knew you were bad for me, but the rush I got from inhaling you was worth the risk. The cravings I got when I was without you for so long; the restlessness, the ache in my chest, the need to inhale your toxins into my lungs and blood. Every time you left the cravings intensified. But if you go long enough without something, you learn to live without it. So I'm learning to live without you and without the nicotine. Its been six months and I'm breathing better without either of you. I still haven't figured out which one hurt me more; you or the cigarettes.