Three nights ago, he asked me to marry him.

I said yes.

Last night, he asked me to have his child.

I said yes.

How is this going to work?. We have not even met, i’m fifteen. He’s eighteen.

My child can not take his name.

It just seems so right, when really it is all so wrong.

I’m writing a fairytale with my life, and forgetting about reality.

Boy meets girl,

Girl likes boy.

Boy almost dies.

Girl loves boy?.

Boy is dying.

Girl wants to remember him,

so she gives up her future, so that the boy can have a child.