I’m sorry things didn’t work out. Tomorrow you’re gone for good, and I’m sorry about that too. I still love you more than just a little bit and I hate to see you leave.
I’m sorry. I want you to be happy, honestly it’s all I wish for.
and a side note, being a nice, decent human being is a guess bad idea and a thankless job. I guess I’ll go be a monk now. bye.
