I loved him

There lived a man. He could fly like an angel. But he was mortal. I loved him.
Everyday he spent too much time to make good acts. He was kind and noble, he was brave and strong. He loved all the people on the planet. I loved him.
He helped every requiring one. He wanted to relieve the world from violence. He hoped to rescue people from sins. I loved him.
His heart was pure like a mountain flow. His eyes were always shining, when he looked at someone. His tears were transparent as child's ones are. I loved him.
He woke up with the wish of equality. He worked for freedom. He fell asleep with the sense of validity. I loved him.
One day he asked for my name. He tried to give me happiness I had lost. He made me smile. I loved him.
He took me to his way. He taught me how to fly. The life was changed. I loved him.
Once we were alone. He was so tender. The clouds were too bright. We loved each other.
He took care of the people. He helped them. He loved them. I loved him.
He had no time. He wanted to support everyone. He found no help from me with his dream of the perfect world. I loved him.
He hadn't to forget about me in his everyday efforts. He should have been paid attention to me. There was no place left personally for me in his life. I got tired to share his love with anyone.
He was deaf. He was blind. He was too good. I stopped loving him.
He didn't notice me leaving. He tried to save the world. He stayed alive without me. I hate him...