Girls are taught a lot of stuff
growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you.
Never try to trim your own bangs and
someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get
your very own happy ending.
Every movie we see, Every story
we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the
unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the
rule. But sometimes we're so focused on
finding our happy ending
we don't learn how to read the
signs. How to tell from the
ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will
stay and the ones who will
leave. And maybe a happy ending
doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up
the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something
better in the future. Maybe the
happy ending is... just...
moving on. Or maybe the happy
ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls,
broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through
all the pain and embarrassment
you never gave up hope.
Gigi~ He's Just Not that into