Supposedly Quitting.

I was planning on quitting smoking today. My plan was not to buy a pack starting today and just think of not dying early because I did so for starters. Then again, I failed. I failed because smoking calms me and it was a very stressful day. My fiancée was the cause of it all. And because I'm not really a big fan of worrying, I started to think of 
quitting love as well. All in days work. I thought that I could do it. No special effort required. Saying it was just so easy. "I quit." Not that hard to say. (Try it.) But then, the hardest part was realizing and thinking things through. "Should I be so radical?", "This is crazy and shallow." "He should be moving on fast. He'll be fine." "How about me? Can I do this?" (I talked to myself yet again.) I did nothing for I was unsure. I was about to kick the best thing that ever happened out of my life. I get to be scared and hesitate for a minute here. I got to talk to him after hours of waiting. He was in awe. All he can say was freakin' "SORRY". No valid reasons. No nothing. I yelled. And yelled. Smoked five sticks of Marlboro's one after another. And calmed down. It went down to the conclusion of never-ending acceptance, understanding, and forgiveness. This goes to show that quitting smoking and love isn't easy after all.