maybe this happy ending doesn’t include a wonderful girl. maybe it’s you, on your own picking up the peices 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: through all the unreturned phone calls and broken hearts, through all the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never ever gave up hope.

i may dissect each little thing and put myself out there too much but at least it means i still care. oh, you think you’ve won because men are expandable. you may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don’t fall in love that way either. you have not won, you’re alone alex. i may do a lot of stupid shit but i know i’m a lot closer to finding someone than you are.

- gigi, he’s just not that into you.