Mmm...

Damn this bed feels good. Yes it's a trifle devoid of my beloved Ex (still hate using that term) but the bed is a memory laden casualty. What can be said, the thought of someone else ever being in here aside from Me or Himself again in the future leaves me distraught.
I'm told to not hold out, that I will soon feel better. Everything happens for a reason. I smile graciously & accept all the advice I can when really I can still feel myself horridly raw & saddeningly outraged, dying ever so slightly if the simmering memories ever come flooding back to the surface.
But still despite that, the bed still feels good.