When Love Makes Her Sick

When Love Makes Her Sick

Gavin

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Sophia was the love of my life, but my affection literally made her sick. For three agonizing years, every "I love you," every tender touch, brought on nausea, paleness, and a mad dash to the bathroom. I tried everything-different cologne, a changed diet-but the only trigger was my unwavering love for her. I was living in a special kind of hell, believing my love was her poison. The final straw: our third anniversary. I planned a romantic evening, hoping things had changed. But when I whispered, "I love you," she ran, violently retching in the bathroom. Later that night, I overheard her tearfully tell her childhood friend: "His love is suffocating me. It' s a physical thing. It makes me sick." My heart shattered; my affection was her torture. I packed my bags, ready to leave, ready to finally free us both from this agony. But then, the unimaginable happened. Sophia got into a car accident. She was rushed to the ICU, clinging to life. And then her aunt called, revealing a devastating truth that turned my world upside down. It wasn' t disgust. It was love, too powerful for her traumatized soul to bear. My love wasn' t poison; it was the cure she was too afraid to take. I raced back, fueled by a terrifying hope. But would it be too late?

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Sophia was the love of my life, but my affection literally made her sick.

For three agonizing years, every "I love you," every tender touch, brought on nausea, paleness, and a mad dash to the bathroom.

I tried everything-different cologne, a changed diet-but the only trigger was my unwavering love for her.

I was living in a special kind of hell, believing my love was her poison.

The final straw: our third anniversary. I planned a romantic evening, hoping things had changed.

But when I whispered, "I love you," she ran, violently retching in the bathroom.

Later that night, I overheard her tearfully tell her childhood friend: "His love is suffocating me. It' s a physical thing. It makes me sick."

My heart shattered; my affection was her torture.

I packed my bags, ready to leave, ready to finally free us both from this agony.

But then, the unimaginable happened.

Sophia got into a car accident.

She was rushed to the ICU, clinging to life.

And then her aunt called, revealing a devastating truth that turned my world upside down.

It wasn' t disgust.

It was love, too powerful for her traumatized soul to bear.

My love wasn' t poison; it was the cure she was too afraid to take.

I raced back, fueled by a terrifying hope.

But would it be too late?

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