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.
