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 wond-
-erful 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.