Dear My Ol' Squall,

I hate to hurt you like this, but it has dawned on me how much all of my problems in the last year have been directly related to your complete apathy toward me. My misplaced dependence on you has led me into horrible plights. As you might have figured out by now, I've been in the clutches of the bastard Martine and his Galbadian cult for the last four months at least, without so much of a single action on your part to rescue me. I thought I knew who I really mattered to, but I turned out to be wrong...you're not the golden gunbladeslinger I once thought you were---you're a lazy, washed up extreme introvert who cares only for yourself, and I've had enough. I know who my true prince is: my knight in shining armor, my hero with 99 stocked Aura spells, my space pilot of love: Seifer Almassy. So again, Squall...I know we had some good times...I think? No, I had some good times and you had some good times. It's never been both of us. What was I thinking? We've always been the absolute worst couple in existence, so good riddance to this damned relationship! I've finally found some one strong and reliable with Seifer, and so you can kiss my love goodbye!

Breakingupfully yours,

Rinoa.

P.S. You can keep my Hanson CD...you always liked it more than me anyway.