The first day of my freshmen year in high school I met my best friend (let's call him Shane) and we were amazing friends until Christmas when he asked me out and from then on we were inseparable. We dated for awhile and well into the summer. At the end of June when I was 15 our relationship started to dwindle so he guilt tripped me into having sex. I'd never felt more pain in my life and I was practically crying. To make matters worse the condom broke. But I still got my period a week later so I thought it was fine. A few weeks after we had sex I kept getting nauseous and my next period was super late. I took a pregnancy test. Positive. I was horrified. My first time and I got pregnant. I didn't know what to do and decided to keep it a secret and tell him when I snuck out to see him later at night. When we met up we had sex again and he went harder than the first time and I ended up bleeding more than I ever have I thought I was dying. He said it was just my cherry popping but that happened the first time I knew that it wasn't that but I let him believe that until I knew what it was for sure. I did some researching and went to the doctor for a confirmation. I had a miscarriage. I was terrified to have the baby but in that moment I was devastated that I'd never be able to meet him or her. I never ended up telling him. Five years later and he doesn't know. We dated until just before junior year and then we split. I regret sleeping with him more than ever because little did I know that the guy I had a mini crush on while with Shane would end up being my one and only. (Let's call him Tony) he became my best friend and helped me regain confidence in myself and showed me how a girl should be treated in a relationship. He showed me what love truly is and at the beginning of senior year he asked me to be his. To this day we're still together and stronger than ever and planning to get married. If it weren't for my first boyfriend I wouldn't have met the man I plan to be with forever.