Confessing to My Rival When the Plane Crashed

When the plane crashed.

Everyone was crying, sending their last messages to the people they loved most.

I opened my nemesis’s chat window and passionately typed:

“You blind bastard – you’ve got two holes in your head. Can’t you see I like you?

I pretended to be drunk last time and let you have me, but you didn’t. Serves you right. Regret it all you want – it’s useless now.

I’m about to restart my life-”