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 the ones who want us from the
ones who don't; the ones who will stay and the ones who
will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include love,
maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the
happy ending is knowing after all the unreturned phone calls
and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals,
through all the pain and embarrassment,
you never gave up hope <3