The time has come for you to go. The truth is, I just don't think we were meant to be. We had some good times together. Baby girls learning to walk on you, family gatherings, shattering dishes,but after 5 years I can't live with you any longer.
You are ugly and hard to keep clean. I've seen your true colors and they are not pretty.
I'm sorry, but you must know the truth. I've been falling for another floor and his name is Dark Bamboo. He will be moving in next week.
Please don't write or call, it's over. Goodbye.