What would have happened if she got pregnant? She probably would have dropped it, regardless of what I say, and as the able driver and father of the embryo, I'd have to take her. To the health center and get it dropped, paying for it with my own dollars. Everything against what I thought would be good.
After the ordeal, I prayed nightly for her. I prayed against pregnancy, because I wanted her to have her future, her dreams, and an outlet for her endless ambitions. I wanted her to go where she was supposed to go, I wanted her life to go the way she wanted it to. I wanted her to be lifted of the fear of being a teen parent. I wanted her to live without fear. I cared so much about her. Then she had her period a month later.
The burden was lifted.
So a year passed since we have parted. She seems to be doing well, with seemingly exactly what she wanted.
For this reason I feel I had some connection with Jake. Except he took in the other side of things, but God blessed him with what was good for him. He makes me wonder what life would be like if events played out differently last year. But they didn't. Praise God.
But even if things played out the other way, praise God.

And now I feel I am beginning to like another person, a good amount. I feel my reasons are relatively just. It's all up to God. I pray that her and I will continue to grow in Him together and eventually be able to base a more intimate relationship together in Him.
Praise God for whatever happens now.