Routine.
I think I find comfort in a routine. Having a daily ritual, taking the same path, seeing the same people. Things are unpredictable but small rituals help me stay in place, remember who I am. Then, you start sharing rituals. When the clock strucks to nine, I know my phone is about to ring. It's still summer, so we grab our milkshakes/mcflurries/popsicles and meet near the fountain and walk to the pier.
With August coming to an end, the air is still warm, but there's a cold breeze at the pier. We laugh, we dance, we gossip, we run and watch the ferry go. Everyday. I fear the day when my phone doesn't ring at nine, I don't want to let go of this time.
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