Maybe the happy ending doesn't always lie in kissing-in-the-rain-roll-ending-credits-lets-grow-old-together kind of scene
Maybe the happy ending doesn't lie in his-and-hers towels or the world somehow becoming a perfect place
Maybe the happy ending is that we are okay, that we get up and face tommorow. That we know somewhere deep inside of us that we will learn to love again.
Maybe the happy ending is knowing that being who we are is good enough and that we can stand on our own two feet. Maybe its knowing that it's okay to be alone.



Maybe the happy ending lies within us all along