'No matter how many girls, boys, you've been fucking, I just want you to know that you're the one missing out on the love I was about to give you – not me. You're a goddamn asshole, Eddy. And I love you,'
I angrily read the text for the billionth time, and then responded.
'First of all, where the fuck did you get the idea that I didn't like you? What if it was love to me? But no, I'm a slut, right? I'm not going to say Nazz came to me, because she didn't. To be honest, I was tired of your love-y dove-y shit you gave me. So I asked Nazz to come over. It was me, not her. So don't get mad at her. It wasn't anyone else, I swear, Edd. It was just you, honestly. And, yeah, I know I'm an asshole. Fine, a goddamn asshole, and a cheat, liar, slut, etcetera, etcetera, but I'm your jerk. And, I'm not gonna say I love you back, but maybe one day I will. I'm sorry. So, sorry, Edd. I hope one day you'd forgive me, though it's near impossible,'
I clicked send, and blinked away tears.
One lie was sent in the message: I did love Edd, more than he knew.
