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 happyn
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.</3