This weekend I watched a chick-flick (which is a rare thing for me, especially to watch on my own!) and I actually really, really loved it. Again, another rare thing for me.
It actually felt more ‘real’, with obviously some ‘all works out in the end’ parts as well. But I loved the closing monologue of the movie. It stuck with me…and this morning I decided to look it up, word for word. When I read it, I loved it even more. So I thought I’d share it here. 🙂
“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”
I just thought that was absolutely perfect. And I find that I personally relate to this, as I’m sure many have at some point in their lives.
Happy Monday and I hope you all have a wonderful week!! 😀