I know we don’t talk anymore, but does it have to be that way. We went from kissing on the living room sofa to being total strangers again. I would kill to see you again. It’s strange, you not being around. Don’t you know every thing is so hard now. Your the boy that caused all the trouble, all I ask is that you fix it. Without you the baby will know no father, and although we are only seventeen we can get through this. I just need to to talk to me. I haven’t told a single soul. I know you are scared I am too, I hope to see you.