A few days have gone by now and every day my stomach grows bigger. Or at least I think it does. I haven't eaten anything mainly because I'm still convinced she put something in. But I hope she's not dumb enough to give me anything that could hurt the baby.
Every time I think about where I am I think about when I was in high school. Amy and I had such a great time together and she was the love of my life. It hurts seeing her like this and it hurts even more seeing that I still care about her. I keep telling myself that I need to stop but I can't. I know some of you are going to hate me for it but like I said, I loved her, and some part of me still does.
Don't get me wrong, I will never go out with her again especially now, but I want her to get help. This isn't the Amy I feel in love with
