I thought it was a little melodramatic.
But one of the guest comments on the page really struck me. It was the most poignant thing I read this week.
I also deeply loved someone, but he didn't love me, so we split up. Yes, I was the one who ended it. The breakup letter was written by me.
But, I was crying while writing, and he was grinning while reading.
I imagine this girl crying yet still possessing the strength to end things, rather than letting it drag on, and hanging on to scraps of affection. Very commanding of respect.