Is she the one? The one you want? The one you need. The one to which gives meaning to your 'futile' life? Does she? I can only wish that when you receive this, life would only be important and nothing less. I can only wish that when you look upon this, not as my confession, but just as a note saying that, if ever you need me, I wouldn't hesitate. Don't be afraid to wish upon the hope of life—any life. My advice to you is only to love your decision and the choice you made to live forever with your decision. I want you to remember that my decision was you. We aren't different, she and I. We are each a part of your life that, I believe, you will never forget. No, but we aren't too different. Our main difference is that, while we both loved you, you only loved her in return. Only her. Despite all this, I am doing fine knowing that, if everything went well, you are finally happy. Do not laugh; I am well aware of the fact that you are happy. However, in my own mind, I question you. Not to see you in pain, but to give hope that I, selfishly, can be happy. Happy that she wasn't the right one. But my life is not like that. It is not so simple. In hopes that I will get the answer I want and so badly need, I shall ask you once more. Do not respond if she is. For, at that point, I will know that your lives are complete. Please, will you forgive me? Is she the one?
The one you want?