Love Lasts Forever

chill day

 I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I sit up quickly, my hand over my mouth as I try to fight the urge to vomit. Charlie must have noticed the look of distress on my face, because he quickly sits up and rubs my back soothingly.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asks, his voice full of concern.

"I'm just really nauseous," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie helps me out of bed and guides me to the bathroom, where I proceed to throw up everything that I've eaten that day. He stays by my side the whole time, holding my hair back and rubbing my back as I retch. When I'm finally done, he leads me back to bed and tucks me in, his touch gentle and caring.

But despite his kindness, I can feel a storm brewing inside of me. My hormones are raging, and I can't seem to shake the feeling of irritation that's been building all day. I don't want to fight with Charlie, but I can't seem to help myself.

"Why can't you just be more supportive?" I snap, my voice filled with anger. "I need you to be there for me, but all you do is sit there and stare at your phone. Can't you even put it down for a little while and pay attention to me?"

Charlie looks taken aback by my outburst, his eyes wide with shock. "I didn't realize you needed me to do that," he says quietly. "I'm sorry, I'll put it away."

But even as the words leave his lips, I can feel myself getting even more angry. I don't want him to put his phone away because I asked him to; I want him to do it because he cares about me and wants to spend time with me.

"You know what, never mind," I say coldly. "I don't even want you to put it away. I don't need you here anyway."

Charlie's face falls, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. But I don't care. I'm too consumed by my own anger and frustration to worry about how he's feeling. I turn away from him, my back to him as I try to stifle my sobs.

But despite my best efforts, the tears come flowing out. I can feel the weight of my emotions bearing down on me, and I can't seem to escape the feeling of sadness and despair that's enveloped me.

Charlie tries to reach out to me, his hand gently resting on my shoulder. But I shake him off, not wanting him to touch me. I don't want him to comfort me or make me feel better. I just want to be left alone.

"Please just leave me alone," I beg, my voice full of misery. "I can't deal with this right now."

Charlie nods, his eyes full of sadness as he gets out of bed. He grabs his phone and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. And as the silence settles over me, I can't help but feel a pang of regret. I didn't want to hurt Charlie, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I'm consumed by my own emotions, and I don't know how to break free.

I lay there for what feels like hours, my thoughts swirling in my head as I try to make sense of everything that's happened. I think about the way I treated Charlie, and I feel a wave of guilt and shame wash over me. I didn't mean to hurt him, but I did. And now I don't know how to fix it.

Eventually, I fall asleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. When I wake up, Charlie is lying next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist as he sleeps peacefully. I can feel the weight of my guilt and shame heavy on my chest, and I know that I need to apologize.

I gently extract myself from his embrace and get out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I splash some water on my face and take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I know that I need to apologize to Charlie, but I'm not sure how to do it.

I make my way back to the bedroom and sit down next to him, my heart racing as I try to find the words to say. But before I can even open my mouth, Charlie stirs and opens his eyes, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Hey, baby," he says, his voice filled with warmth and love. "How are you feeling?"

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, my heart still racing as I try to find the courage to apologize. "I'm sorry," I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just feeling really emotional and I didn't know how to handle it."

Charlie's smile never fades, and he reaches out to take my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay," he says. "I understand. You're going through a lot right now, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. I'm here for you, no matter what."

I feel a wave of relief wash over me, and I lean in to give him a hug, my heart filled with gratitude and love. I'm so lucky to have Charlie by my side, and I know that I need to do better. I need to be more understanding and caring, and I need to make sure that I'm always there for him, just like he's always there for me.

I snuggle up next to him, my head resting on his chest as I listen to the comforting rhythm of his heart. I close my eyes, savoring the warmth of his body and the feeling of safety that he always provides. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.