Smoke gets in your eyes.

To all the dear smokers in the world–

I’m sorry.

I’m afraid I’ve done something very bad. 

I’ve turned into that person that I myself used to hate. 

I cover my face when you walk by. I cough. I hack. I even gag a little bit. I don’t do this to make a point, I swear. I do it because that smell has become frightfully nauseating to me. I never smelled it when I was smoking. But it is so awful. I never realized how long the smell lingers–thirty minutes went by the other day and the smoke still poked at me.

Oh and one other thing I’m afraid I need to admit to. 

I’ve been judging you. Feeling superior. ”I’m smarter because I’ve quit and you haven’t.” 

I know these thoughts aren’t right. I’m not proud of them. 

Everyone is entitled to live their life as they please, I know this. So please, just ignore me. I’m doing my best to not judge or trample on. 

My apologies–
HMM