Girls are told alot of stuff growing up: if he punches you, he likes you or someday your prince will come or if you keep crossing your eyes they will stick like that.
Every love story we are told and every romantic movie we see implores us to reach for the dream. The perfect man. The fairytale. Dreams do come true and we can all live happily ever after.
But sometimes...we are so focused on finding our happy ending we don't see the signs. The giant red flags that stretch out before us. Seeing the ones who bring all their pain. Seeing those who are out for revenge. Reading those who want us from the ones who don't. Knowing which ones will stay and which ones will leave. Knowing who to trust from one minute to the next.
But maybe, the happy ending isn't about him. The guy. Prince Charming. Or about the dream. The fairytale.
Maybe the happy ending is about you.
On your own.
Picking up the pieces and starting over. Being delighted at seeing something better in your future.
Or maybe the happy ending is this ... that through it all, you never gave up hope. In yourself.

...and then he suddenly hands you a cup of coffee.