I wasn't always a smoker. Many of my friends began the habit sometime during High School. I was that kid that told them it wasn't right. The night of my Senior Prom I spent a small chunk of time in a conversation that I really don't remember. The other party, an intriguing young lady that seemed free spirited and sure of herself, held a cigarette between her thin fingers as if it was second nature. For the first time, I felt that smoking could actually be sexy. I never saw that girl again. I have long forgotten her face and her voice.
Several months passed and my second encounter with the conflicting ideas of danger and beauty invaded me. She was the one. Hard as I tried, I did not have the will to get her out of my mind. I spent countless hours with her and yet, never told her how I felt. Curiosity was burning inside her, and I would do anything for an extra moment by her side. "It's just one cigarette", I thought. She lit first and the sight of her lips touching the tip of the cigarette sent a rush of excitement all over me. As I began to inhale smoke for the first time, the feelings of euphoria and pleasure became overwhelming. "Was I hooked on smoking or was it all because of her?"
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