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I took her off my friends list.
I feel a lot lighter now and just stronger.

These were my last words to her:
Can you believe we used to say "I love you" to each other a little over half a year ago?
Can you believe what we've become?
I don't hate you, I can't hate you. I didn't respond in meebo because all it would have done is start some kind of argument. I would have said sorry, and given you my explanation, and you would have lectured me, or just talked down to me.
When I talk to you, it hurts. When I think about you, it hurts. When I hear your name, it hurts. It hurts to know what we've turned into and how we've turned into it. It hurts to know how we ended, it hurts to know why we ended it. It hurts to remember how much we loved each other, it hurts to remember the future we planned with each other. It hurts to remember that day I confessed, it hurts to remember the first time we ever exchanged the words "I love you" with each other. It hurts to remember the first time we ever met, it hurts to remember all that we've been through together. It all hurts. It hurts when I think about before all this, when we were still close, when I thought that it'd never end, that we'd be together for the rest of our lives.
I loved you, and I never once imagined that you'd say you hate me. That's the most painful of all. I loved you with all my heart.
Peace, Sarah.