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 h a p p y e n d i n g.
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 w a n t u s 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.
- hes just not that into you <33