Kaveh loved you. This much was obvious from the very beginning. From the moment he had caught your eyes while he was talking with some—now nameless and faceless stranger—important politician about artworks far less beautiful than your very existence, he had fallen heads over heels in love with you. This same fact still stood true to this very day.

Kaveh loved you. He swore he did.

It was just that—

"I won't give up my future," he cried out. "Not even for you!"

—he didn't love you enough.