I Miss You, I Love You, But It’s Over

A farewell to cigarettes

Photo by Stas Svechnikov on Unsplash

It’s been a month, and I have to admit that it’s true, time heals, time helps you move on, time makes you forget. 30 mornings that I was waking up thinking about you. 30 nights that I was going to bed with a slight feeling of the void without you. I am passing my days in a blur, looking for distractions, looking away when I see others having what I don’t. It…