To hear you talking of leaving the country brings so much sorrow into my heart. It’s ironic that you compare this intermediate condition before leaving this summer island of joy to that of knowing that you’re going to die, (won’t even state the obvious that we all die someday) because that’s what’ll happen to a portion of me when you leave, it’ll die. (no, I’m not talking about my genitals). No more beaming smiles and sparkling blue eyes to cheer me up. No more inspiring butt crunches to watch or your witty sense humour to make me laugh, ‘Snökt’. I prefer status quo.

So long,farewell, aufwiedersehn, goodbye!