Ryan wasn't moving at all. He was engraving each and every one of Flynn's words in his heart. She was the girl who was born out of love. She had seen the kind of love that many people would envy. He understood what that meant. In fact, he had a father who left his mother for another woman. His father was someone whom his mother never liked to mention to him. Ryan was just four years old when that man left. All he had was the little fragments of his memory which we don't give much attention to.
His mother passed away when he was seventeen. All the love Ryan had known in his entire twenty years of life was very short-lived.
