I once liked a boy. Not like in the clichéd teen fictions "The Nerd and the Popular" (maybe in our case he was the nerd and I was the popular one, whatever now) in which the couple unites at the end of the novel despite all the problems (ex-boyfriends and jealous cheerleaders). We could have worked out, but it was my mistake. My desire to be Miss Independent put an end to any existing or future chances. He's dating, looks happy. In a teen romance, the female protagonist would cry and "accidentally" destroy the relationship. However, I'm not into a novel, nor am I the Nerd. I am myself. I would never do it simply because I don't like it. I think I love him, so I want him to be happy. Even if it's not by my side, I actually think I'm incapable of bringing joy to anyone other than myself.
I am not mad anymore. It's everything okay.
