"I love you", I casually told Charlie for about the billionth time. And for about the billionth time, he smiled at me and said "I love you too".
"And honestly I can't tell you how thankful I am for you and you loving me back", I said for the first time. Charlie's eyes widened.
"You don't have to be thankful babe", he said with a laugh.
"Well I am", I replied.
"I'm like a fucking rainstorm though, I should be the one being all thankful and shit", Charlie said.
"It's okay", I replied with a smile. "You may be a rainstorm, but you're my rainstorm. My perfect rainstorm".
"You gotta stop being so fucking cute before I turn into an actual tomato", Charlie said, already blushing. And we both burst out into giggles.
It's been a wild ride.
I was lonely and scared. I fucked up a lot. I pushed people away when they needed me and I hated myself. But I also helped someone. I still hated myself.
Am I okay now? Well no, I'm pretty fucked up. Are any of us okay? Not at all. Emilia's dealing withher dad's death, Charlie's still dealing with his depression, and I'm still dealing with guilt.
And it's not gonna get better in an instant. It could take years. But you know what? I can be that patient. I can wait. And I can be here for Emilia and Charlie, and they can be here for me, and we can help each other out with our problems.
We're not okay. But we will be.
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Our perfect rainstorms
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