:: Final Statement of HJNTIY ::
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 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 embarrassment you never gave up hope.