Manipulating situations became standard behaviour from you. You confronted me with awkward conversations and uncomfortable scenarios, whereby I was forced to make the right decision, the decision that would in the long run benefit not only me, but you and those around us too. I felt roughly the size of the font I'm using now. I was a pawn in a cruel game, and utterly oblivious to it at the time. I was the one who was completely honest about my feelings, I was the one who never gave up hope. And with this knowledge to hand, you took advantage of my fragility. You forced me to see rationality, to create this distance between us.

I don't owe anything to anyone.

I'm worth something. I'm worth a damn sight more than you ever let me feel.

Let that be the end of it.