It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.
I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...
It's been 12 years now, and I think he still can read my smiles. The way my lips stretch, making my eyes look smaller than they already are. The way my cheeks turn a little red, forming new wrinkles near my eyes. The way the dimple on my face makes a visit whenever I smile meeting someone I haven't seen in ages. It's been 12 years now, and I haven't smiled at him even once.