Photo Source: Unsplash My body aches for a cigarette and my veins scream with need: “Do something! Anything to ease this ache!” But what I really ache for is you. I brush the thought aside and convince myself it’s only the nicotine I want, not the memory of your mouth, your touch, your voice, or simply— just the sight of you. I feel the longing for you weaken as the cigarette burns, yet when I smash the ember into the ashtray it’s like I haven’t...