I hate how he was so confused about feelings or emotions, when I was always right beside him. He was pleasing enough to be a fulfilling friend but apparently still stupid to notice. If only he looked deeper into my eyes, he'd find a million meanings attached to a single sentence. But then again, it will never be his fault because I will never hate him. In the end, I loved him enough to help him find his love that was never meant to be me. I loved him enough and it was never his fault for being atrociously stupid.