Dear Alice,
Every morning, he wakes up at four thirty-four,
Drinks four shots of espresso with three-fourths of a sugar sachet,
Runs four miles in thirty four minutes.
Every afternoon, he tunes into channel four three four, listening to electronic-blues.
Every night, he dials in +1(434)-386-6108 to say his prayers to his mom in Virginia.
And every day he strives to be consistent with his routine, because it's the only thing he can control between the spontaneous world we live in and the unpredictability of your feelings.
"I'm afraid she'll wake up someday, and feel nothing for me anymore."