You had been feeling like shit lately. Not wanting to get out of bed, a loss in appetite and the verge to cry constantly.

As much as your boyfriend, Eddie, tried to help, nothing seemed to work. He tried coming home earlier to surprise But it didn't seem to work well.

Eddie came home early today. Plastic bag in one hand. "Amor, I'm home." you heard his say. Then heard him walk into the bedroom. "I got you icecream and a few other snacks. Ya need to eat somethin."