That text you send me

I smoke.. now and then. Didn't want to tell you, I knew you would make me feel bad about it.

It feels like my heart just stopped.

I'm very disappointed in you.

Disappointed does not quite cover how I'm feeling though. The stone on my chest, the stinging in my gut and the pain in my heart. Disappointed? No, I'm devastated. I'm devastated that the one person I thought I knew did this. This thing I'm terrified for. This thing I hate most. This thing that kills. That kills my love, my heart and her.

How could you do this?