Perhaps the so-called happy ending is to move on with the hope of never giving up. Actually, the following are excerpts from some lines. I personally like them. A girl will never forget the first boy she likes, even if things are not satisfactory. But usually someone will be there to give you wise words: "honey, do you know why that little boy did those things and said those words?" Because he likes you. " This is the beginning of our problem. Do you know what this means? We are all encouraged ... no! I believe that if a man acts like a total jerk, it means that he likes you. Why are we saying this to each other? Is it possible that we are too scared to tell an obvious fact in front of everyone? He just doesn't like you that much.

Girls will never forget the first boy they like. Even if the scene is not so perfect. But someone will always tell you this wise saying: "Dear, do you know why that boy did that and said that about you?" Because he likes you. "This is the beginning of all our troubles. Do you know what this means? How inspiring this is …

No, demagogic … wishful thinking that if a boy is not good to you, it means he likes you. Why do we always tell each other this? Is it because the truth is too inhuman for us and the truth is so obvious? Actually, he doesn't like you that much.

"My little sister said that my space is a new booty call."

"Sister Poison said MySpace is a new generation of passion hotline."

"Well, what should I do? I mean, everything has changed. People no longer meet organically. If I want to look more attractive to the opposite sex, I won't cut a new hairstyle, but update my profile. "

"Then what should I do? I mean, times have changed. Nobody comes out to meet. If I want to attract more members of the opposite sex, I should not change my hairstyle, but update my profile. "

That's not the point. I won't text. You know, I'm not charming by texting … it's not just texting, it's email. It's voice mail. It is snail mail. Either way, it's useless. I asked a guy to leave me a voicemail at work, so I called his home. Then he sent an email to my BlackBerry, so I sent him a message. Then he emailed my family account, and the whole thing got out of hand. I miss the days when you only had a phone number and an answering machine. There is a tape in that answering machine, which either has information about that person or doesn't. Now I have to check all these different portals everywhere, but I am rejected by seven different technologies. I'm exhausted.

that this is not the important question. I don't like texting. Words cannot show my charm. ... not only the short message, but also the mail, voice message and snail mail (surface mail). In any case, they don't work. He left me a voicemail at work, so I called him when I got home. Then he sent an email to my blackberry, and I texted him. Then he sent an email to my personal homepage, and everything went haywire. I'm beginning to miss the time when there was only one phone number and one answering machine. There is a tape in the answering machine. His information is either on the tape or not. Now I have to check all possible communication channels, only to find that I was rejected by seven high-tech companies seven times. I am really exhausted.

I may dissect every little thing and put myself there too much, but at least it means I still care. Oh, you think you won because women are expendable to you? You may not get hurt or make a fool of yourself, but you won't fall in love in this way. You didn't win. You were alone, Alex. I may have done a lot of stupid things, but I know it is easier for me to find the other half than you.

I just like to analyze every little move and polish my thoughts, but at least it shows that I care. Playing with women in applause. Do you think you are a big winner? In that way, you may avoid getting hurt and making a fool of yourself, but you will never get true love. You didn't win. You're still alone, Alex. I may have done many stupid things, but I know very well that I am closer to true love than you.

Every movie we watched and every story we heard begged us to wait. The third act turns. Unexpected declaration of love. Exceptions to the rule. But sometimes we are so focused on finding our happy ending that we don't know how to read the signs and how to distinguish who wants us, who doesn't want us, who will stay and who will leave. Maybe this happy ending doesn't include a good man. Maybe you, alone, clean up the mess, start over and liberate yourself for better things in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is like this: know that through all the unanswered phone calls, broken hearts, all the mistakes and misreading signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you will never, ever give up hope.

Every movie we have seen and every story we have heard tells us to wait for true love. Classic trilogy, unexpected confession, believing in yourself is the exception. But sometimes we are so focused on the final good result that we ignore the signals around us and forget how to distinguish those who really want to be with us from those who will leave us sooner or later. Maybe some happy endings have no heroes. Maybe you can rely on yourself, clean up the mess, start over and relax for a better future. Perhaps the most perfect ending is to move on. Or maybe the happy ending is like this: after countless rejections, countless sorrows, countless affectations, countless pains and embarrassments, you are still full of hope.