I am seventeen years old. And last week, my boyfriend Logan and I decided to have sex for the very first time. He is seventeen too, and I love him very much. I made the whole thing very romantic and put rose petals on the sheets and lit candles. And well, we did it. Afterwords, Logan said nothing. He just sort of sat on the end of the bed and then grabbed his clothes and walked out. Was it something I did? I saw him at school and he couldn’t even look at me. I know he still loves me, I know that. He told me he would forever. Maybe we should have waited for sex. But it all felt so right. Whenever he looks at me, there is a tear in his eye. Almost as if he feels for sad for taking my virginity or something. I called him last night, and he didn’t have much to say. He just kind of breathed in and out into the phone. And I miss being close to him. The sex made me love him more. Maybe we should take a break, but I’m not ready for that. I don’t understand why making love didn’t bring Logan closer to me. I don’t know what to do. I have cried a lot since it happened. I have no one to talk to. I just want Logan to be the same again. I thought he was ready too. And he was fine during the sex, but after… he became a whole different person. And I miss the old Logan. I need help. I don’t know what he was thinking. He never said he wanted to break up. But he can’t even have a conversation with me anymore. I don’t want to push him father away.