I just can't take it anymore. Every single night, like CLOCKWORK, I watch them lay out the slippers. The little blue ones, right there on that specific spot on the rug next to the bed. It’s been THREE YEARS. Three years of watching that empty side of the bed, the way it never gets messed up, never gets used. I mean, am I the only one who thinks that’s just… too much? Like, when is it okay to just… let go?