And the cigarette held in her hand, once a smokey romantic gesture, has become a lost symbol of how he caused you to feel close. I smoke, but I'd be left smoking in my longing and waiting with the only comfort I know.
The only cure for what is missing in the heart is to find another piece that fits that whole... Only Love can replace love, and only Love can cure the truest form of hate.
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