I miss smoking. I miss drawing the fire into me, hearing it crackle. I miss the sense of complete peace at the top of the draw, filled with heat, shimmering with ash, wreathed in smoke.
@memnus Those memories are all I have left of something I loved, that I gave up with regret & great difficulty. I'm sorry they gross you out, but could you please not yuck my yum, here?
@sev Just as well. You'd get a lot fewer kisses from me if you did.