Out of Love, Out of Bed

So yeah, we split up last week after five years. It's funny how the bed that was once a sanctuary for all our deepest desires turned into just another room in the apartment where I had to pack my stuff. I mean, it wasn't like there was any drama or anything, no cheating, no big fights. We just drifted apart and realized we were better off without each other. The irony is, we’re both glad we’re not together anymore but hate thinking about all those times we wasted in that bed when we should have been exploring what else life has to offer.