I started to smoke when I was 17 years old. I did it because most of my classmates in college was doing it. In other words it was because of curiosity. I was not able to finish the whole school year. I ended up only finishing the first semester. After I stopped studying, my addiction to smoking ended as well. I thought I would never smoke again. But that did not happen. I met new people. And these people were smokers. Smoking became a part of my daily routine again. I tried to quit so many times but it was really hard. It seemed that smoking was like something I could not give up. I feel like if I stopped smoking, I will not be cool anymore. Then I met someone who made me give up smoking. She is none other than my girlfriend. I really thought I would die a smoker but since she was forcing me almost everyday to quit, I realized she will never stop so I had no choice but to quit. It was okay though since smoking can kill. She wants me to have a longer life and I love her for that.