Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Finals Hangover.

First day, he turned and smiled at me.

Second day, he waved at me.

Third day, I said goodbye and happy holidays.

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.

You CAN'T force a man to love. He has to WANT to.

You CAN'T tell a man to take you to places. He has to WANT to.

Why do people like to mess up with my head before,during and even after final exams?



Kay said...

hes just not that into you! awesome movie

Azhani M.A.S. said...

You got that right! Indeed (: