I’m scared you won’t show up at prom. I need this. I need you.

You’re too good of a man and that scares me because I’m hardly one myself. Despite this, I don’t know how things will end because I cant think of the possibility they would.

Just know in the end if I’m left alone crying at your absence, you healed me when I needed it, and a little part of you will always stay with me.
I love you, don’t go.