Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence... I've been in love. But I've also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I've suffered loss. Sadly it's those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar. But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn't expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her. On Mallory. But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from. Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn't love me back?