I loved smoking since i was 18. I still cherish those heavenly blessed moments when relaxing in my easy chair, apple juice glass in my left hand, cigarette in my right hand watching wrestling on my television with sun rays knocking at my window and entering with my permission to give such soothing effect on my whole body, and the tobacco olfactory along with the white fumes of smoke in my room making it a wonderful place to live and praise blessings of God. Life was roaming along in a very pleasant manner. I used to think that the last thing on earth for me will be to quit smoking but it turned out quite the opposite.

I met jade when I was 19.5 years old. She was the most amazing girl I ever came across before or after. She was erudite, understanding, humble, very beautiful, rich, social and so on... but she had one issue which was in fact a matter of life and death for her that she hated smokers and smoking without a single millimeter discrimination between the two. Obviously, I was really worried to learn this , I felt as if my most precious thing is being snatched away from me and I couldn't even shout, " what a tyranny! What a cruelty!" Then, a series of disasters followed.

Our first kiss was ruined as she smelt the 0.00001% smell of tobacco which naturally remained even after all mouth fresheners and sprays I used to cover it. She instantly got infuriated, kicked her feet, hit my chest and scampered away. That fiasco in my first romantic counter disturbed my poor heart and intelligent mind. It took me six days of apologies, requests, phone calls, promises and acting to win her back for another kiss. That time, I did not smoke for two days regarding precautionary measures. We were close, rather very close and i could hear her fast breathe and could feel the sensations through out my whole body. I leaned over her and her hands were on my shoulders, held her beautiful face in my hands and leaned further and closer where I was about to kiss as she yelled "what is this?"

The voice was so louder that I couldn't regain senses for some seconds "ww-aah whatt?"

"This?" she had my cigarette pack in her hands.

"its a cigarette pack, honey" I said in a quite despair tone, may be her hands slide down from shoulders to my pockets and she discovered that, and how on earth I forgot to put this damn thing away and what to do now, I thought and found no answer.

She stared me for a minute or two and I was unable to confront those fierce eyes so I turned my face the other way.

" look " she very politely said and then continued. "honey, it is not good for your health and all those who are second inhalers. You know I hate it, now, I can not give you another chance. You have to decide right now that what will you chose, Me or this loathsome habit that is destroying our love"

"You" I held her hands softly and tried to give her my words.

She smiled and said "I hope you will keep your words in near future"

I nodded my head obediently.

Now I am 35 and never lighted a single cigarette in all those years. I have 3 kids and am happily married with Jane. It is Jane, not jade. We broke up in a year or so with me marrying to my first cousin Jane who is a wonderful wife and excellent mother and an awesome chain-smoker. I quit smoking owing to the nature of my job, in fact I am president of anti-smoking society. Jade got married to a person who has overseas business of import and export of Virginia tobacco, one of her friend informed me recently and Jade didn't know this fact until she gave birth to her first child, she further added.

Life is strange indeed.