He was everything I’d ever wanted. I loved the way he held me tightly; the sparkle is his ever-so-green eyes. I loved the way he looked at me, like he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“Andrea, I want you to marry me,” he said, as we stood overlooking the ocean. I looked at him, knowing there was nothing I wanted more, while yet nothing I wanted less.

“I have to tell you something,” I whispered, my arms around his neck.

“Anything, Babes.”

“I…” I stammered to find the right words. “A few nights ago…my uncle…”

He traced the contours of my face. “You can tell me.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?” He looked disgusted. “But we never—” I could see him begin to draw back from me.

“My uncle…he…if it wasn’t me it was going to be my little sister!” I hoped he understood.

“You little slut!” He cried, shoving me none to gently. I could taste tears. I needed him to see that I hadn’t wanted it. I just hadn’t wanted it more for my sister.

He left me wondering – What is love, then?