For the last few months,

We've been friendly.

We socialise, in a big group.

We're young, we like a drink and we have fun.

I haven't told him how I feel.

Until Friday, Edward and I had never mentioned the past.

I know he has…, the new blonde.

I know he kisses her in elevators.

And maybe if I hadn't got so stupid drunk on Friday and called him,

The past might have stayed in the past.

But I did.

Get stupid drunk.

And call him.

So now I know he knows how I feel.

And I know he's angry.