Nice

It's nice, for once, knowing that this boy you like likes someone else and not feeling dejected for it. It's nice, that for once, you don't feel heartbroken when you think you should have. It's nice, for once, to be in the middle of this supposed life-changing moment (or rather lovelife-changing moment) and leaving remotely wounded.

But then, you start to wonder, was it the boy or was it you? Was it because you never really liked him enough anyway to care or because you weren't able to find it in your heart to care? Was it because you had no expectations from him or because you've decided that expectations are overrated and noone meets them anyway? Was it really nice or that you've just become too sad and cynical?