Five days a week we walked a routine path on routine days in our routine lives. I would routinely talk about my latest writing project and you would ask me questions and try to figure out what made me tick. We would routinely talk about getting fat and routinely talk about money and the future. You would routinely talk about softball and your eyes would light up. You would routinely laugh and I would routinely roll my eyes at the sound of your goofy laugh. We even routinely talked if only by text every day of the week.

Routine was something I looked forward to every single day.

November 20, 2015

Five days a week I walk a different path because I can’t make myself walk the path we routinely walked. I talk to you but you can’t answer. I tell myself that you’re listening and hear your voice in my head. I hear your goofy laugh and pretend that it’s real. Sometimes at a glance I see you, in your jacket, hands stuffed in your pockets only to realize it’s someone else. I never thought I’d miss routine so much.

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    Routine and all efficiency of the betterment and effectual living. It is the utilized and invoked for all suggested and timely followed. It is the primal and with the right and needed stint. It is the considered as valuable and soft means.
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    Thanks for posting this. I wish it was able to be translated, but for some reason

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