He loved her. But she didn't love him or so he thought. So he tried to stop. To stop loving her. He said he was going to move on and he tried. He tried really hard. He found someone else. Someone who could love him. More important, someone he thought he could fall in love with. And for a time, it worked. The heart she broke was a little bit healed. He began to smile again. He convinced himself he didn't love her anymore and the worst is that she believed that too… But sometimes no matter how hard you try to fight it, the heart wants what it wants. And he learned that lesson the hard way because it was just an appearance.
He wasn't healed, he hadn't stopped loving her. In fact, he loved her even more but it took him a slap in the face from the universe to understand that. Things with the one who tried to heal him ended and he was angry, angry at the universe. At the one who gave him up. At the one who couldn't love him, that same one that he loved so much.
But later, when he calmed down, he finally understood that his loved one never told him that she didn't love him, she just said that she didn't know how to love. So he came to her and apologized, he told her that she didn't need to know how to love because she already did love him. Because love is feeling something and he learned a long time ago that she felt a lot more than any normal being. And at the end, she just smiled and nodded happily. So he took his chance and kissed her. And when she kissed him in return, he felt like the happiest man alive. He knew that everything will be ok because he was finally with her.