1. 01 October 2011 · 04:43 PM ·

    Our life routine.

    The first thing I saw every time I woke up in the morning was the white ceiling.

    The second thing was your back, sleeping right next to me.

    I would stare at it for fifteen minutes before I got out of the bed. Then I would prepare your working outfits, made a nice cup of coffee and some pancakes or toasts for your breakfast.

    You would give me a light morning kiss after you dressed up. Then you would sit in front of tv or read a newspaper while having breakfast. I would be busy cleaning things and collecting dirty clothes to be washed.

    And you would place another kiss before you left for the office with your beloved car.

    That was our morning routine.

    I spent most of my day at home, writing or making some illustrations or any freelance work. Sometimes I would go out to meet my clients or my friends. Sometimes I would go to random places to find inspirations or just for killing time. And sometimes I invited some of my good friends to visit me, but not too often. I was mostly on my own.

    You would send me few texts, asking whether I already had my lunch or not. You would give me call telling me what time you would go home. Of course, I would do the same things to you.

    That was my day routine.

    By the time you arrived home, I would be preparing dinner for us. Or if I was too lazy, I would just order some pizza, thai or chinese food. You wouldn’t complain.

    You would give another kiss after took a shower. Then we would have our dinner on the table together. You would tell me what you had been dealing with that day. Your office, your colleagues, your clients. I would give you some comments so that you know that I was giving attention to all your stories. And I would tell you my stories. Everything was always alright. Even if there was nothing much to tell, we just simply turned the tv on and watched it while eating.

    You would help me wash the dishes and after that you would lay on the bed and started watching some movies on tv. I would do some more of my unfinished work or read some books before I finally joined you on the bed. You usually overslept while watching tv, but my insomnia would keep me awake for the next two or three hours.

    On the weekend, we mostly spent our time at home. Acted as a lazy couple, doing nothing. Sometimes we would go out to watch movies at cinema, shopping for some groceries or had dinner together. Then we would go home.

    I would always watch your back and thinking.

    The last thing I saw before I really closed my eyes was the white ceiling.

    And that was our daily life routine. We just kept repeating the 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.