You know as well as I do that I would never ask you for a favor unless it was bloody important... so here I am.
Because I care about him. I want to believe you do, too. He considers you a good friend, even if he isn't the best at showing it. And right now? He thinks he lost every right to talk to you or look at you in the eye. His guilt is haunting him.
So this is me, putting pride aside, to beg of you: please call him.
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Text | Monday after prom
Date: 2021-04-24 12:09 am (UTC)Because I care about him. I want to believe you do, too. He considers you a good friend, even if he isn't the best at showing it. And right now? He thinks he lost every right to talk to you or look at you in the eye. His guilt is haunting him.
So this is me, putting pride aside, to beg of you: please call him.
Don't do it for me. Do it for him.