Immaturity takes over Amelia's fingers.

You think blaming me is going to help. You think that if it is all my fault, then you will feel better about yourself. You won’t have to look at what you did. You won't have to think about the problems you created. You won't have to take yourself off of your pedestal and realize that maybe you were part of the problem. If you blame me you won’t have to take him off of his pedestal, either. You can keep thinking of him as the perfect little boyfriend. The one that loved you. The one that never did anything wrong. The one that actually enjoyed spending every night of every weekend crammed in a little dorm room with you, watching television.

Relationships are supposed to be put to the test. Strong relationships are supposed to tumble and fall and not break. Your relationship was full of cracks. Cracks just waiting to spread into complete destruction. Cracks that had nothing to do with me. And then your relationship fell. It tumbled down the hill, it flew off the cliff. And when it landed, it was as broken as your poor little heart. Is that really my fault? Perhaps I pushed your relationship down the hill, maybe I made it tumble and fall. But if it hadn’t been full of cracks, it would have survived the fall. It is not my responsibility that it broke. I was his friend. He pushed your relationship down the hill just as much as I did. I didn't ask him to break up with you. I didn’t talk bad about you. I didn’t tell him he could do better. I didn’t kiss him like you were afraid I would do. I was his friend. Blaming me keeps you from having to take any responsibility for the cracks in your relationship. Blaming me keeps you from admitting that maybe he wasn't as perfect as you thought he was. That maybe he did something wrong. You can pretend that if it hadn’t been for me there would have never been any problems. That he would have never broken up with you. That you two would have lived happilyevereverafter. But the truth is, there would have been other problems. There would have been another girl, or another issue, or another reason to fight. There were cracks. Cracks, cracks, cracks. Someone, something would have given your relationship a nice, firm shove. Your relationship was bound to tumble, fall, and break. Because it had cracks before I even came along. It had cracks that had nothing to do with me.