This is how Kafka ended his last letter to Milena:
"We could have fixed things.. You could have been the better one and compromised a little, just as I did!
You could have continued saying good morning, and I, in turn, would have waited for the morning until you said it! You would say goodbye to me at night, and I would close the universe after you.
What I feel is not love, Milena! Or it could be love, but not the way you imagine it, it's bigger than that! I am now without a soul.. without feeling, and without anything.
I have never felt that I needed someone as I do now.. Believe me, Milena, you are the beauty of miserable things, and you are life to all my dry roots. I miss you so much... more than I ever imagined loss could hurt!
What’s the use of you closing the doors if my soul is stuck on the walls of your house?! Now you’re increasing the distance with longing.. I miss you. I promise, this will be the last thing I write to you.
Goodbye, my great one".
Franz Kafka.
