and then...

it's beginning to become a routine. our routine.

the smattering of smses and / or emails throughout the day.
asking each other 'so what's for buka puasa today?' during the journey back home.
the customary long call on the weekend.

routine.
i can do routine.

the thing with a routine is - you begin to start expecting things to come a particular way, regardless of the fact that nobody said anything about anyone having to do whatever.

that's the thing.
you just settle yourself in, the things you do becoming the things you always do.

routine is okay.

it's just the not-expecting part i gotta be careful with.

it's not cast in stone, kay? breaks from the routine is ok too.