Girls are taught alot of stuff growing up.
If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim to 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 impores 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 that will stay and the ones that 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 calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders
and misread signals, through all the plain and embarressment,
you never gave up hope.
-He's Just Not That Into You.