Last night, I cried for hours. I blamed myself for not picking up the phone and calling you For not texting you a corny joke For not saying a proper goodbye Last night, I cried for hours. This morning, I called you on the phone for the first time in a while, just to hear your voice, just to hear you laugh. Anything that would prove you are still here. Jake, Please call me back. The silence is killing me and I'm not ready to let you go.
John Hulede
classmate and friend
Gonzaga College High School class of 2013
Nov. 12
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