Dear Love,

There are so many things I want to tell you, but I can’t. Like, I wish we could make it together, but I know we can’t. Our age difference plays against us in so many ways. We made a beautiful child, though. I love him more than you can know. You’ve only seen him twice, and it breaks my heart. Sometimes I wonder if you even care about him at all. I’m sure you do. I want to believe that you do anyway. I’ve tried my best to have you come see him, but something always comes up. Is it because you don’t want to see me? Do you think he isn’t yours?

I want to tell you how much I love you, and want us to be a family. You said you wanted the same. You said you were in love with me. That I had your heart. What happened to forever and ever, babe? If you think he isn’t your child, you’re sadly mistaken. He looks so much like you. You know, sometimes I look at him and cry. I wish I could tell you this, but I can’t. You hardly ever call to check on us. Maybe one day everything will work out; until then, I love you with all my heart. 

KP, age 17