"I´ve come here as a man in shambles—worn out from begging on my knees.
Please, I´m just trying to keep my family together.
Now, when you saw you´re lover wore a ring around her finger, why didn´t you stop?

I have half a mind to make you hurt, to make you bleed, to make you suffer.
I swear, if you´ve touched her—oh, heaven,
Forgive what I would do to you, you monster.
And think about your children?
They´ll never believe what you´ve done.

Listen, I´m begging you, back off.
Let me rebuild all the things that you shattered.

She meant it, I swear that she meant it, she whispered so often,
´Husband, I´ll always be here with you.´

But always is always and always is valueless.
I wish I´d never heard her speak a word.

And I hope you see us—your wife and your children
And I— buried in the wreckage of your crime,
While you´re laying down your sins,
Softly leaning in to kiss your guilt goodnight."
She is mine. You stole her, somehow tricked her but
We´ll survive. We will. She loves me dearly—you´ll see.
You are blind. She loves me dearly.

Breathe in.

He finally paused to take a breath
Then looked down—it felt like staring into hell.
The man was seated in a chair before him, silent,
A statue framed in pain and flesh. He thought,
"Oh, what more can I say to sway him? To make this statue speak?
I swear he´s made of stone and I am barely stirring up a breeze."

And after waiting in the silence,
Finally turned around to leave.
Broken and barely through the doorway,
Breathing slowly, beating hard, he heard him speak:

"I guess love´s a funny thing—the way it fades away without a warning.
It doesn´t ask to be excused.
And when it´s gone—oh, it´s gone—and it ain´t ever comin´ back.

There is nothing you can do to save it,
To make it breathe the way it did when you were sliding on the ring.
Trust me: It´s gone for good.

Now there is nothing you can do to stop me.
She is happy when she is with me and I am finally alive. I´m sorry."