Day Eleven- Routine

Routine is a word that can comfort one person and yet completely disrupt another.

 I like to think I straddle the line. I love coming home from work to relax for a period of time. Heading to the gym. Pushing a pencil. These are the things I like garunteed in my life.

And yet, I still love the adventures taken on pure whimsical fancies and spontaneous moments of life.

Last night, I was hanging out with my roomate and best friend, E. We were exhausted from a day of doing nothing all afternoon and our eyelids felt weighted down by anvils. Then I got a call. A. informed me he was on his way over. I glanced over at my laptop: 12:30. I had to work at 7am this morning. What could he possibly need at this time of night?

"You'll see," was all he said when I questioned  his motives.

Ten minutes dragged on. Tick by tick, I fidgeted awaiting my man. Finally, he rolled his old Ford into the driveway. As I buzzed him in and turned the corner to meet him, I saw a Safeway select pizza and a boquet of a dozen red long stemmed roses. I could feel the stupid grin spread across my face, but I made no attempt to supress it.

I could stay awake for this.

What makes this situation even better is in the first six months A. and I were dating, I bought him roses in an attempt to be romantically spontaneous and non-conformist. I left them on his door step with a love letter. He still has the dried roses.

For those of you who are convinced there is not one romantic bone in your body, please stop reading at this point.

But in all seriousness, I have never felt this way before. Waiting on pins and needles just to hear one word. One whisper from this person. You can't wait to see them even though you can count the hours you have been apart on one hand. Heart strings still get tugged, letting loose the butterflies that have been inhabiting your stomach from day one. And knowing that they feel the exact same way? It brings such a state of bittersweet bewilderment and assurance. It's a good feeling.

So, today dear reader,make time in your routines for love. It can't be planned so don't bother penciling it in. Just let it happen.
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