When I was a senior in high school I began to date a girl who I could picture being with for the rest of my life. She was the first girl I had “been” with. She got accepted into the University of M and moved out of state. We still continued the long distance relationship, and I’d count the days until she would come back home to visit. Fast-forward to a couple of months ago when she calls me and tells me that she is pregnant. I was filled with joy, and I planned a trip to see her. I traveled to M, and when I got off the plane I had a voicemail from her. The baby is not mine. She doesn’t want to be with me. I am still in love with her.