He says he’s looking for a happy ending and that alone already tells you this relationship is doomed. You’re smart enough to see the red flags but also naive enough to pretend you don’t have to and you live happily ever after for half of that year.
Eventually shit hits the fan and for one reason or the other, you call it quits.
You head to your hood’s favorite spot and as you’re drowning your sorrows in an extra dirty martini a girl sitting next to you, sipping on a fruity drink, asks you what you learned this year.
You tell her never to trust someone whose looking for a happy ending because why would you ever look for an ending to begin with?
True, she says, but then again, maybe we’re not meant to live happily ever after, maybe living should be enough.
Inspired by Fran, 29.