We sleep together but then we also have our own rooms (so, we sleep in the master bedroom, his room is the second bedroom and mine is the third bedroom). The second and third bedrooms don't have beds, but they're our personal spaces to do whatever we want with. He has his gym equipment and clothes (my clothes are in the master) in his, I have my desk, books, and craft stuff in mine. It's great to have our own spaces. It's like the best of both worlds.
We sleep well together, and enjoy sleeping together, but if we didn't, I'd be open to having separate rooms.
So this is life, eh? Hmm, I'm surprised; not what I was expecting. I guess I'll roll with the punches, and take it one day at a time. I'll find love where I least expect it. I'll laugh till I cry. I'll make the best of every moment. And most importantly, on the day I die, I guess I'll be able to look back and say, "Damn, what a ride!".
RIP My darling. We'll all miss you, now until forever.