Rhys has never loved someone like he loved you; not once in his life has he felt so strongly about anything like he did with you.

It breaks his heart to realise that it's changing. He doesn't love you that way anymore, and he doesn't know whose fault that is.

Perhaps with time, those feelings would return. He can love you again, he just has to learn.

"Those are pretty," he comments absentmindedly on a catalog you're reading. Flowers, of all things. "The blue pedals would suit you."