How does it feel to move on?

My story is about a boy. Quite obviously, like any other story of this kind, the boy loved a girl. The only difference in this story is that the boy and the girl were great friends. Now, the boy expressed his feelings for the girl quite a few times, but the girl denied because she had something in her heart for another guy. The guy rejected the girl, she turned to the boy for solace. The boy tried to provide her a cove, and to some extent he succeeded.But then, the guy returned. The girl again turned to him [quite natural, because the girl was mad for him]. The boy suggested the girl not to be with the guy again. The boy had only one thing in his mind, not to see his friend rejected again. But no body understood, everyone thought that he was jealous,possessive. The boy was hurt, he was hurt badly. He expected a little bit more of understanding from his friend. The situation worsened and they lost contacts with each other. The girl apparently wasn't interested to keep any type of contact with him.

Now the interesting part of the story begins. The boy was enraged at first.He thought he can do well without that girl.He tried to make friendship with some other girls.[God knows,why only girls] But every time, after a few talks or so he realized that he has become molded into a dice by the girl. As he realized so, he was thrown into depression. " hell, why can't I get over her memories"-he thought. Then it happened to be that all of a sudden he met another girl. This girl was weird. She had something in her words,in her attitude. But few days later, they lost contacts yet again.

The first girl came back into the boy's life. She made an apology for everything and started talking with each other yet again. The boy was excited to get her back. Then suddenly one day they met, the boy was astonished to see that he is not feeling the same excitement seeing her as he used to feel before. That day, they started talking, but after a few words the boy realized that he's running out of topics. " It is not me"- he thought. " those days we used to talk non-stop for hours and am now running out of words!!!!!!!". He searched for the reason, and it took no time for him to realize that the second girl did the damage. While the boy's brain was saying " hell! why can't I get over her", his heart was smiling and may be saying, " I have other plans"

Congratulations boy. Doesn't that feel heavenly??