he sort of stopped loving her
his love for her dissolved, diminished, and dwindled down.
her uniqueness looked farfetched now, bizarre; she was a clown.
after all the fawning he had done in the past six months, he felt weird.
Glad when she found another fellow, his conscience now cleared.
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