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An empty pack of cigarettes brings a terrible feeling when you repeatedly go back and look inside. Your hopeful to find one more just relaxing and waiting to be found between your fingers. Your scared because last you checked there was not a single one left. When you finally get up the courage to check, your left saddened because there was not one to be found. But this isn't about cigarettes it's about you.

Like a pack of cigarettes it starts out full and you're excited. Like our relationship it was full and exciting. Each one starts disappearing but you never notice because it brings you so much comfort and happiness. You take each one to just enjoy it. Even towards the end you're not saying "oh no" you're just enjoying it.

When the pack turns empty you're saying "oh no" wondering how to get a new one? When you were gone I just wondered how I was going to get you back. Remembering how great everything was. Not ever thinking it was going to end.

I go back and keep checking to see if there is something left. When I keep thinking of you I wonder if anything is left. Will you ever return to me? Did I smoke all of it away?

I came to the realization the pack is empty but I keep getting more. They never last like that one did, and they were never as enjoyable. I know now I will never get that pack back but I can't help but wonder will I ever get one more enjoyable than that one.

Like a pack of cigarettes our relationship went empty but I'll never forget how enjoyable each memory was.