"Whatever you do, I'll be happy. I'll be happy if you stay, and if you don't, I'll be happy because you are happy."

No. No. Don't you dare. Don't you dare say that. Don't you dare pull that card. Don't you dare become me.

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You have been so wonderful to and with me, and I've been...so unfair. You've made me happy, you really have. You've helped me make some great memories. I hope you believe it when I tell you you're wonderful and brilliant. You really are, you know? I just...I just don't know if the path we're walking down is the right one for us.

But when you said you would be happy for me...I know what that feels like. To have your heart ripped out of you and then to pretend you're okay anyway. And most of all, to manage to get those words out. They hurt. I don't want you to be hurt. When this is all over, I don't want to lose my friend. Not like last time. Don't make me go through that again. And don't become me. It's made me so heartless. Please don't.