Bette stared at her bed, she just looked at it as if it might do a trick. She thought about the times her and Tina shared on it. Their first time, their last time. All the times in between when they still thought that love was always so easy. Seven years of marriage had passed and Bette had almost forgotten to look. Sure, they had gone through their problems, but nothing that they couldnt work out with a simple kiss or apology.

And Bette continued to stare at her bed, she remember…(she even smiled a little)…there was this time that Tina wanted to spice up their love making by using ice. Bette had only tried it once and the ice ended up melting all over that place but still she was game. Tina started to rub the ice all over her body until it slipped through her fingers and she had to search in between Bettes thighs to find it. She said i dont want to leave a stain on your sheets. But Bette knew, Tina wanted her .

Sometimes she wanted to only be Tinas lover, others just her friend but she always wanted her in her life. When she had cheated on Tina…she never imaged that shed be sleeping in their bed alone. Tina had picked out the bed after all, it was plain, ugly and covered in white sheets. Bette hated it. But what made it loveable, what made it theirs was all the memories they shared on that bed. Tina would lay on it with a rose in her mouth, teasing Bette and asking if she was hungry. Bette would get naked slowly and with great ease settle on their bed and kiss Tina.

Other times, early in the morning Bette would tickle Tinas stomach or kiss her neck to wake her up and say: I want you. Tina knew. She wanted her too, she had dreamed of her that night just like the night before. Once Tina asked, Will this ever change? Will we always wake up next to each other? Bette kissed her. Of course we will. she just never thought it would happen. That morning when Tina wasnt there, when she knew Tina wasnt coming back. Reality hit her, and it hit her hard.