“Don’t buy a single bed,” he said to me, there in the Ikea.
“A single bed is an admission that you don’t intend to have sex. It says you’ve given up, that you’ll never meet anyone, or connect, ever again, and that you don’t intend to try. Even if you’re alone right now, buy the queen sized bed. It’s a wish. It says you think things might get better.”
I laughed at the time, but I bought the bed.
Now, here in my queen sized bed, watching you sleep, I see how right he was.
I’ll have to thank him.