No, I don’t wish you “the best” when
I now let you go. I don’t wish you luck.
If you can’t stay with me to love me as
you should do, you can as well spend
the rest of your days in hell and there
be sorry for you couldn’t hold to me. If
you had had a heart – and love in it –
you would not have flattered yourself
with nice phrases such as “I wish the
best for you” The best for me was you!
But I said: “burn in hell, you hypocrite!”
And then sadness was all over me.