A word...

You said you wanted me to do something, so I did. I ended it. I'm sorry if that's not what you were hoping for. If you wanted someone who would give up her future for you, you should've fallen for some bimbette sans integrity. But guess what? You didn't. You fell for me. And now we're over. Like a month over. And I know I meant more to you than getting over in a month will allot, but don't make me feel bad for living my life. It's not like I'm flitting around screwing random guys; and lord knows you've had a few girls in your time with me. You said you wanted me to be happy. Well this is me happy. And if you really did love me, you wouldn't judge me for that.