This is how the show starts.

Lately everything is so... Confusing. I wish I could be selfish and happy.
Sometimes I'm pretty sure that I don't deserve it, but... I'm tired. All that I want is to be happy, to stay paceful and smile the whole time. 

At least, I'm positive when I say that you are the happiness that I need. You are perfect, perfect for me, not all the rest.

But first, I need to do something that is going to kill a big part of me, is going to kill years of emotions, troubles, smiles, kisses, tears, joys and promises.

Is it hard? Oh, boy. You don't have an idea.
But I have to! It is the right thing, I'm sure about it. He is going to be happy with someone else, I know that everything is going to be fine.