He 'was' the one.

A historical-fiction heartbreak love story from 1964, when Marielle and Henry break up, things go a bit downhill for Marielle however Henry's life seemed perfect, and the keyword here is 'SEEMED'. {"Things used to be perfect, now nothing's the same." Marielle says with her eyes flooded with tears as they run down her numb cheeks in the ice cold weather with only a jacket to warm her up, which was... his jacket. "For once in my life, I had felt like someone cared about me, LOVED me. And I lost it all, in fact, I lost EVERYTHING. All I have in my life is this old wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere, how I miss the morning horse rides me and henry used to have every morning in our beautiful house, oh how it was such a sight for sore eyes. Oh, the sensational feeling of love. All the things I'd never experience again. I don't ever come to think about a new love, my old love still lives in my heart, I still hear the "Good morning my love" when I wake up every day even though it has never been a 'good' morning, with that voice in my head its been good, however escaping from reality is not the thing for me, it feels good when you're in there but once you realize its all in your head, oh the intolerable pain of realization brought into the world with ourselves and ourselves only.}
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