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 .
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