Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up:
if a boy 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 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 and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.
and I started to think that age doesn't show you anything.Love?.sooner or later you'll find one.Believe me.even those who are in their 30's or 40's are still finding who their true love is.I'm not saying this because I am in a relationship now,it is because I am willing to take the risk and my past give me the strength to actually realize it.