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 from the ones who will
leave. And maybe a happy 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 embarressment
You never gave up Hope.
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