Dear Marlboro Lights,
You have been a constant, beloved companion. You cheered me up when I’m sad, you calmed me down when I’m mad, you made things bearable when the going gets tough, you are the reason why I’m excited to wake up each morning and made me look cool for the last _______ years. People fail me each and every time, some things just disappoint but you never did. The world could turn its back on me but I know I can always count on you to be by my side.
You were the exception. You were a favorite. You were my bestest friend. You were loved.
Remember when we were first introduced? My friend told me how awesome you are and she fixed us up? We spent so much time together partying that night I ended up passed out on the couch from all the smoke? How about the time when the nuns discovered our hiding place? That was awesome, right?
Good times, good times.
Your shining moment was the time I went AWOL on my first job. Everything went shit that day. It was one of the darkest moments of my life but you were there, consoling me, when nobody did. I thought to myself, nothing could ever be that bad. Because I had you (Stole it, I did)
It pains me to say that it’s not working out anymore. You’ve been so good to me for the past years but some things just don’t last forever, like my lungs or my youth. I know it is only a matter of time before things come to an end. That day is today. I met something else.
His name is eCig and he told me he’ll take care of me. He promised me things. Like not feeling like I licked an ashtray each time I’m with you. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.
No, don’t blame yourself. It’s not you, it’s me… and my weak lungs. I’ve been meaning to tell you all about it but I just couldn’t muster the courage to say what’s needed to be said. Alas, it is not meant to be.
You were very much a part of me and it breaks my heart that I’ll never look as cool as I used to look when we were together.
We’ve had a great run, right? I will always hold you close to my heart. Thank you for the memories.
Good bye, my love. I will miss you.
Your old friend,
On a serious note: Lighting up my (hopefully) last cig as a send off of sorts. Let’s hope quitting is not as painful as it was three years ago. Wish me luck 🙂