Lately you and your enemy were getting along.

You don't know how it even happened, you too just started going out.

He knocked on your window, so you sneaked out.

It's late and you too are walking and talking about life.

You realized you too have a lot in common,but there was only one thing you didn't like about him and he knew that.

Everytime you would go out he would smoke.

It was bad for him and you didn't like it,but you didn't say anything.

But tonight he didn't take any.

Has he wanted to his hands out of his pocket, the lighter fell out .

"Shit this is still here"he said throwing it far away.

"You don't smoke anymore?" you said shocked.

"I can only handle one addiction", he said looking straight ahead of him with a smirk.

"You" he said turning his head to you.