Maybe Happy Ending is just, Moving On...

Girls had a lot of stuffs growing up:

· if a guy punches you he likes you

· never try to trim your own bangs,

· And someday, u will meet a wonderful guy and your very own happy ending.

Every movie we see, every story were told implores us to wait for it. The unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. That sometimes we are so focused on finding our happy endings, we don’t know how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who wants us and from the ones who don’t. The ones who will stay, from the ones who will leave.

And maybe this happy ending doesn’t include the wonderful guy, maybe it’s you, on your own. Picking up the pieces and starting over. Framing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing that no more waiting for phone calls and broken hearts, through all the plunders and misread signals, thru all the pain and embarrassment you, never ever gave up hope.

From the movie “He’s just not that into you”.