University guy

When I was in university, I fell in love with a guy who didn’t like people smoking. He was quite a weirdo, a guy doing arts, but he had that attraction to me.

I smoked then, and as a result, I did my best to quit it. It was tough and I never ever thought I'd do it for someone else. When I saw people smoking, I thought of him, and I know that I’m still keeping a simple promise that I made to myself long ago… and it feels good and I have succeeded in quiting it.

Have already lost touch with him but I still thought of him subconsciously. I wonder how he's doing now. Maybe he himself has become a cig addict who knows. One day I'm gonna draw his portrait based on my figments of him.