I read somewhere that the cigarette is a portable therapist...and it just made me think that a kiss is a portable feeling of life and eternity....
I should use less my lips to smoke and more to kiss...
“I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.” Nicholas Sparks-The Notebook-
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