Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up.
If a guy punches you he likes you. Never x x
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 unexpected declaration of love, 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
e m b a r r a s s m e n t y o u n e v e r g a v e u p h o p e.