1. 01 October 2011 · 04:11 PM ·

    Our life routine.

    Every time I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was the white ceiling.

    And the second thing I saw was your back, sleeping right next to me.

    I could stare at it for fifteen minutes before I finally got up of the bed. I would prepare your working outfits and then made a nice cup of coffee and some pancakes for your breakfast.

    You would give a morning kiss after you dressed up. Then you would be sitting in front of tv while having your breakfast. And I would collect the used clothes to be washed.

    Before you left for the office, you always gave me a kiss and there you went with your beloved car.

    That was our morning daily routine.

    I spent most of my days at home, writing or making some illustrations. Sometimes I would go out to meet some clients or friends. I would take a walk to random places when I felt like I wanted to. You would give me a call to tell me what time you were going home and sent few texts asking me whether I had my lunch or not. Of course, I would do the same thing like you did.

    And that was my usual day routine.

    By the time you arrived home, I would be preparing dinner for you. Another light kiss after you took a shower. And we would enjoy our meal together on the table. You would tell me what you had been dealing in the office, your colleagues, your clients and that stuff. I would listen to it and sometimes I gave a comment or two. Then I would also tell you my stories. Nothing much for every night. Everything was always alright.

    You would help me wash the dishes, and after that you would lay on the bed and watch some movies on tv. Meanwhile, I would do my unfinished works or read some books before I joined you on the bed. You usually overslept while watching movies. And my insomnia usually kept me awake. So then I would watch another movie and just kept the tv on until the night was gone.

    I always watched your back before I went to sleep.

    And the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the white ceiling too.

    And that was our life routine. All we did were just repeating this same thing for most of our days.

    I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t happy,
    But somehow I felt empty.

    I wonder if you felt the same way too.