Hope

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy 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 from the ones who want us and 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, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.

Muchas veces...

Muchas veces te enteras de cosas en donde menos lo esperabas.
Muchas veces demostrando que entre cielo y tierra no hay nada oculto. Irremediablemente.
Muchas veces son cosas que, aunque ya sospechabas y muchas personas te habian dicho, tu simplemente no querias (inconscientemente) aceptar.
Muchas veces son cosas que no solo te duelen por lo que son, sino por lo que pudieron ser.
Muchas veces deseas retroceder el tiempo y desaparecer el momento en el que te enteraste de ellas.
Muchas veces te sientes tan mal por eso, que sientes que no sabes que debes hacer o no hacer.
Muchas veces prefieres quedarte callado y tratar de superarlo.
Muchas veces, esperando que algun dia te enteres de nuevo, pero de la boca correcta.