Sixteen

It had been two weeks since I agreed to be George's girlfriend. So far, he'd been good and caring, showing me so much affection and attention.

It was crazy how many gifts he got me—a new phone, lots of clothes, my favorite snacks, and food. Everything I could possibly need. One would even think that he was the one who got me pregnant.

Two days ago, he took me out to a carnival and prioritized me, even with his busy schedule as a doctor. It was sweet, really, but despite all of this, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I didn't love him the way he deserved to be loved.

It was unfair of me to keep enjoying the privileges of being with him when my heart was still beating for someone else. I felt guilty, knowing that I was not fully invested in the relationship.

The good thing is that he was aware of it, and I had warned him about it from the start. Yet he insisted that, with time, I would grow to love him. So in a way, this wasn't my fault.

I wish I could feel the same way about George