I gave you the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for. My loyalty, my tenderness, my faith in you — all of it was yours. I didn’t love you halfway; I gave you everything. And in return, you tried to make me feel small. When I called you pretty, it was a compliment born of love, not a slight. Yet you turned it into an excuse to strike at me with cruelty. You attacked my height, my worth, and my very right to be loved. That wasn’t honesty — it was malice. The truth is, I would have built you a future filled with devotion and joy. But you didn’t want love; you wanted someone to break. And I refuse to be broken for you. So hear me clearly — this is the end. You may find other men, you may think you’re in another league, but none of them will ever love you the way I did. And when the noise quiets and the attention fades, you’ll remember the man who would have given you the world, and you’ll know you threw him away. I’m walking away, not because I stopped loving you, but because I finally see that my love deserves more than this. Goodbye.