Yes I’m sorry, I’m sorry about the way it happened and the way I left her. We’d been dating for almost a year, that’s a long time, especially for a high school relationship, and I really cared about her. One day after school we were hanging out, and she seemed so nervous all day.  She was barely saying anything and so when we got back to her house, I asked her. And she started shaking and tearing up so I hugged her. I didn’t know what was wrong and then she said she was pregnant and wanted to go through with it. I really didn’t know how to feel. So, I froze and just looked at her. She was scared, and I was scared; and when I didn’t react smiling and laughing, she got mad. I get it, she wanted me to be happy and say, “Yeah, we can keep the baby,” but I didn’t say that. She started yelling and crying and when I got in my car to drive home, I could practically feel my heart breaking. I’d really never cared about a girl the way I cared about her. And now I was about to lose her. When our parents found out, her dad got mad at me. I swear he was about to kill me like it was my fault, and her mom gave me a death stare. My dad yelled too and so did my mom. Still the worst part was that she wanted to keep the baby; the bad part is not that she wanted to have the baby exactly… it was that she was going to have this baby despite the fact her parents didn’t want it, and my parents didn’t want it, and I wanted … college … And her – and maybe a baby – oh my god, a baby!  And it was up to me, it was really up to me, and I let my parents choose for me.  I went to Emerson college the next fall, and I left her. Now a few years later, I … I was thinking there’s some kid, boy or girl, I don’t know floating around somewhere who shares my DNA. I don’t want to say he is my son, because I haven’t helped out at all; but this feeling was bothering me so much that I called her, and she said her parents made her terminate the pregnancy.