A question

Not too long ago, there was a shoulder. The exact location is immaterial so you can place it at any point in the space-time continuum as you feel like.
It was a happy shoulder. Though not toned, it was a strong, stable shoulder. Always looking at the brighter side of the world. It had its friends- the other shoulders, brains, bodies etc, though not many. But it didn't complain, for whatever he had was precious.
It was happily walking its path when, at some some point in the space-time continuum, its path merged with that of a beautiful pair of eyes. Destined to walk together with the shoulder, the eyes had no choice but to talk to it. And as it happens with anyone talking to it, they became friends. At least the eyes thought so. Little did they know that the shoulder was falling for them, deeper by each moment. Or may be they knew and chose to ignore. Nevertheless, both continued to walk together, laughing, teasing each other and deliberately avoiding that uncomfortable silence all the way along until they reached a point when their paths diverged for a while.
Both were alone during that course. And while the shoulder kept thinking about the eyes , the eyes met a face on their way. A face which supported them when they were alone. A face which was the smartest face in the world according to the eyes. A face which they fell in love with.
For the first time, the shoulder lost its self-control and it hates itself for that ever since. But the way it is, it recovered soon and decided to be by the side of the eyes for whatever time they had left before their paths diverged again. And it stood by the eyes like a rock. It was there everytime the eyes had to cry, which, more often than not, was because of the face. It was always there to cheer them up. It was always there to comfort them, even though it really didn't believe in its words. Never ever did the shoulder say a word against the face because it knew that inspite of all the pain, the eyes loved it while knowing perfectly well that they would be much more happier with the shoulder.
To the world, the shoulder appeared to be the same strong, stable, determined shoulder of old, but deep inside, it was fragile, delicately poised and on the verge of breaking down. But it could not let the eyes see this as it was their only support. So, it stood firm till their paths diverged, this time for ever. And as the shoulder continues to walk alone, it can't help but to wonder:
Who was wrong? The eyes, for not understanding it; or itself, for not being able to get over the eyes. Perhaps both, perhaps none.