He called me, said he'd told you. And now the cat's out of the bag. What about mine? What about me? Why? Perhaps... and I feel like scum because I couldn't tell you myself. Because I'm too nice. He asked me not to tell you, and I honored that the same way I honor your requests not to tell him anything. Because I'm his friend, too... He didn't care if I told you anything else- anything but that- and I didn't tell you.
Granted, I didn't think it prudent. I can't imagine that it would have been something you necessarily needed to know, but I really wanted to tell you and he told me not to. I have had this guilt saddled on me for a while, now.
And it makes me feel like trash. Really, it does. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please accept this apology. Please. I really hate that I had to take advantage of your trust like that. Please believe me.
I'm so terrified right now.
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