I’m so happy. Please, be happy with him. I’m begging you.
I, in all honesty, want you to be happy.
Please, please, please be happy.
I hold no grudge against you for anything, which is weird.
I probably should, but I don’t.
I’m trying my best to be happy.
I just hope you are too.

And if you aren’t, I’ll actually be sad.
Oh the irony.