One Apple A Day #131
For three months, 88 days to precise, she has observed him every morning. It started by chance on a Thursday morning in late May. She remembers it was Thursday because Wednesday evening was her midweek boyfriend’s day. She loves routines. They make her feel safe. Waking up always at the same time to do the same things. The same program at the same gym on the same days of the week all year. On Monday evening she reads, on Tuesday she goes to the movies, Wednesday is boyfriend’s time, Thursday home relaxing, Friday out with the girls, Saturday is the second boyfriend’s day and Sunday with the family. She’s aware that all her friends think that she’s a bit crazy, but she doesn’t care. It’s her life, her routine, her way to keep sane in this insane world.
At that time her boyfriend was Mike. And Mike was a hot head. He couldn’t accept the value of her routine. That Monday he came over while she was preparing to sit on her couch and immerse herself in a new novel. She wanted to go out for an ice cream. She didn’t let him in. They talk standing at the door, each one on one side of the threshold. He tried hard, kudos for him for that but she didn’t concede anything. Her routine is her fortress, and she would never leave that safety. It looked like he understood but on that Wednesday night, everything went sideways. They had a massive fight until it was late. It was way past midnight when he had asked her to choose. It was him or her routine. She had chosen her routine, and that was the last time she had seen him.
She didn’t sleep well that night, so the dawn found her awake in the bed, thinking about her life. Realising that it was pointless to lay in the bed, she woke up and made coffee. She was drinking her coffee on her balcony, wrapped in her warm wool plaid when she saw him.