When Greg and I got engaged after nine months of dating, I thought I’d found someone who truly appreciated me. I spent days creating a handmade scrapbook for his birthday — filled with our memories, jokes, and moments that mattered to me. At first, he acted touched. But days later, with his friends around, he tossed it into the trash and laughed, calling it “middle school relationship core.” I smiled through the humiliation, but inside, I was shattered.
The next night at a friend’s gathering, everything changed. Greg’s best friend Mark stood up, holding the scrapbook. He’d found it in Greg’s trash. In front of everyone, he called out Greg for mocking something made with genuine love. His words hit deep, and the room went silent. For the first time, someone stood up for me — not with pity, but with respect.
I broke things off with Greg the next morning. No more excuses, no more second chances. I realized love isn’t about grand gestures — it’s about being valued. Months later, I ran into Mark again, and to my surprise, he confessed he had feelings for me all along. He’d kept the scrapbook, called it beautiful, and told me I deserved someone who saw its worth — and mine.
Now, Mark and I are together, and he treasures even the smallest things I do. From movie stubs to doodled notes, he saves them all. As for Greg, he lost someone who gave her whole heart — and unknowingly handed her to someone who knows exactly how to hold it. And honestly? That’s the ending I didn’t expect, but absolutely deserved.