I don´t even remember the last time when having a pack with last cigarette felt so good and when the cigarette was actually very helpful. I was heading to work early in the morning and all of a sudden a crying girl with mascara all over her face stopped me asking whether I had a smoke. Something in her face hit me hard and I hoped there was a cigarette hidden somewhere in my purse. The girl looked really devastated so I asked if I could help. All she asked for was to sit down with her for a while. As the thin cloud of cigarette smoke floated above our heads, she told me what the story was. Those are the moments when you don´t care that you were supposed to be in the office early, those are the delicate moments when you feel the time stopped.
It was a story we all know and most probably have already been through at some point. But the pain, the pain is always genuine. Sometimes it´s the best thing you can do not to turn your head away. Next time it might be you in a need of a cigarette or a little talk. Or it might be me. Hope you wouldn´t turn away.