
<center> Maria </center>
"Maria I don't want to... to break up with you. I never have... I just... I think we need to just cool things until this blows over. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt because of me."
I shook my head in disgust. "Michael, do me a favor and shut up. I'm tired of hearing this excuse. I'm tired of being told what's best for me. I have no choice in this, and don't you realize how frustrating that is! You keep telling me what we should do, what could happen, how I should be to keep myself safe.... It's driving me crazy." He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up my hand to stop him.
"Listen, ok? I'm the kind of girl who likes to make her own decisions. No, scratch that; I'm the kind of girl that has to make her own decisions. It's probably because my mom has always told me to be my own person, and to have my own way and not let anyone get in the way of that. If you don't respect that, Michael, then I'll find someone who will."
I turned back to him, trying not to let the tears fall. "It would kill me, but it's something I would have to do. That's how important it is to me."