I was always the one by his side, the shoulder to cry on, the understanding one. I kept my feelings quiet, my hurt, my love, my anger. I was never the one that he looked at. Never the one he loved as more than a friend. So why do I feel nothing but pity for him as he tells me with excited eyes that he loves me.

He tells me that he was stupid and crazy for not realizing that I was the only one for...