Cigarettes track the contours of my male, heterosexual desire, but the dangerous love affair has run its course

We are no longer on speaking terms, however much I wish it were otherwise. But I must never see her again. She was ruining my life, clouding my judgment, dominating too much of my mental space. Without her, every long hour seems to drift without purpose. I navigate the passage of time through distraction, trying to avoid our favourite haunts. Time will heal, or so they say. But time is the enemy right now. And it's only been a few weeks.

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