Hate That I Still Love You

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yelled as I dragged him from the bed which all was in vain because he was bigger

tle more, please let me be" He whined as he k

Now, quit the silly act, get up, go to the bathroom and have your bath

lationship or am I losing my strength" Oh no, I said

s he getting heavier or was I losing my strength? I tried to shake off the thought bu

he stirred and sat up. He looked at me with

ut and pulled me into a hug. "Hey, it's okay.

e more. He rubbed my back and whispered soo

babe. What'

"I don't know what's happening to me. I

osing your strength. You're just tired. Come on, let

made breakfast, I couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Maybe I was j

iced that he was looking at

thinking about how lu

pt coming back, making me feel uneasy. I didn't know what was h

tt

e, you were never strong, I only let you lift me' I thought as I stared at her in a

relationship. She had always been so dependent on me, both emotionally and physically. It was as

elp but wonder if I had done more harm than good. Had I enabled he

to others. And I had never wanted her to feel that way. So, I had let her believe that she

aknesses and find strength within herself. I couldn't help but feel like I had

er. But how? How could I show her that she didn't need me to hold he

at would haunt me fo

ian

was crumbling down around me. I had always relied on Scott to lift me up, bo

ngs I used to be able to do. It made me feel like a burden, li

inge of guilt. Scott had always been so supportive, so loving. He had never mad

. I knew that I needed to be stronger, both physically and emotionally, but it was hard. It was hard t

s. He wanted to help me, I knew that much. But how could he? Ho

for both of us. Because if I couldn't find the strength within myself,

nfold. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn, its warmth casting a serene ambiance as we navigated the choreography of our morning prepar

couple preparing to face the day together. The interplay of glances and touches, the silent communication betw

sizing the quiet beauty of our shared space. The ticking of the clock, almost rhythmic in its cadence, marked the passa

l that had witnessed countless shared journeys, conversations, and stolen glances. In a gesture both chivalrous and tender,

tched before us like a canvas waiting to be painted, each twist and turn an unwritten chapter in the day's narrative. In those

uldn't help but express the yearning for his swift return. In a hushed tone, I whispered, "Promise to come back

his face, highlighting the handsome contours, as if nature itself conspired to capture the allure of the fleeting moment. Ou

s of gestures, a lingering gaze, a final brush of fingertips, and a wave that extended beyond the visual horizon. I st

eni

uch earlier, but I was

g me like a comforting embrace. The air was laden with the anticipation of a shared haven, a

partner in this dance of life, lay there, the epitome of handsome repose. A silent marvel washed over me, did he grow more handsom

ost sculpted by the hands of an unseen artist. The soft glow of ambient light played upon his features, casting a gentle halo around him. M

ation of warmth surged through me, my mind entangled in the daydream of his lips meeting mine in a passionate dance. As I

you kiss it?" His eyes, slowly parting from the realm of slumber, met mine. A revelation struck- he had been aware of my silent admi

bridge the distance between admiration and action. A shy smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leaned in, the air thick with anticipation.

llowing

ke you, or are you feeling unwell?" His voice carried genuine concern, a melody

fectly okay," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips. The warmth of our shared space

d my unexpected leisure. "So, what's the problem?" I chuckled, contempl

ct that I'm relatively new there," I explained, a hint of disbelief coloring my words.

ou must be the most hardworking person they've ever seen." His words, a soothing balm, reassured

rfectly?" A sheepish grin spread across his face, and the air became charged with a sh

playfully yelled, reaching for a nearby pillow and launching it in his direction. He skil

ve, a mixture of affection and amusement dancing in my gaze. The morning unfolded