But you’ve supplanted every little happiness I feel, and I know how that sounds, but it’s true. If I had a choice to start over again from the beginning when I died, and I knew for a fact that you’d never return my feelings, I’d still choose to live my life over, and over, and over. Every moment, every second of this ridiculous, self-absorbed agony. If I could get this same job so I could have you in my life and watch you smile every day, I wouldn’t have had my life go any other way.