Three square feet

Nothing is more pitiful then the once lovers who now only co-exist.

Clinging onto the romance of the early days,

hoping to re-kindle a dwindling flame, just as a wilting flower clings onto its last petal for dear life.

Functional conversation...

Repetitive convenient practicality...

Not enough passion remains for even an argument to spark.

Three square feet of no man's land lays unclaimed between them in the marital bed.

Inevitably the day comes when she turns towards him, looks him in the eye and ask's... "Do you still love me?"

He, in-turn, looks straight back at her and responds... "Of course dear."

David,TCC