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 not that into
you.