what do you know about love until you not only feel it but it slams into you and knocks the wind out of your lungs but what do you know about pain until he's gone and slams the door behind him and it knocks the wind out of your lungs in a whole different way so you start to fill them with smoke instead and he never wanted you to smoke but what's the difference now that he's gone and you're left choking on the memories and the words left unsaid gripping a bottle of ***** and he's choking on her tongue