November 9, 2012

My dearest,

I couldn’t sleep for some reason. Woke up at 5 a.m. and proceeded to clean up the house some. You get up too, early also. Then an earlier-than-usual shower and we’re out of the house. More than enough time to indulge in some kopitiam-style breakfast, the sort where we sit on stools and order Nescafé ping and roti bakar at the neighbourhood coffeeshop. We share a small bowl of pork noodle soup too.

It’s a new day and my second round at yesterday’s routine. Soon it will be habit. I can get used to this.

With you by my side, I can get used to anything.

Yours, ever and always.