Note for the attentive reader:

About a week ago, I saw a young man, about my age, looking out of his window. In his eyes I recognized a pain, I saw him suffering from one of the most painful things in the world, love. Not the kind of love you see in movies or the one you read about, but genuine love, love related more to friendship than to “love”, the “thing” everybody talks about, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Well, it wasn’t that kind of love.
The next day I passed by his house again and there he was, still staring out of his window; “Did he sleep? Did he eat?”, I wondered. In his eyes I started to recognize even more than I did the day before, I saw that his sadness emerged from his past actions. Actions he hadn’t done on purpose but had still managed to do them.
As the days passed, I saw him every day, one day I didn’t have to go there, but still I wanted to see him, make eye contact, and learn more about his sorrows. I learned a great deal about him and his pain, his eyes told me that he had driven someone away, a good friend. His actions made the friend go away, and while he was pushing her away, he did not notice it. Now, sitting behind his window, he regretted what he had done, although he did not mean it to go this way.
Now, one week later, I passed by his house once more and there was no longer any “pain” in his eyes, but the pain had been changed into sorrow, but also into hope. In these indescribable eyes I saw a glimpse of hope, hope for his friend to let him back into her life. To forgive his actions and to forgive his blindness.

For he never meant to do the things he had done!

As I passed his house one last time, I saw in his blue-gray eyes that he would remain there, looking through his window, waiting for her to show, until eternity…