When Love Makes Her Sick

“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?”