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.
-He's Just Not
That Into You ♥