I’m 26, and this is me. Great article that explains so much.
I understand that everyone learns from their past relationships. I respect the girl who learned a lot about herself because of her heartbreak at 16. I admire the couple wise beyond their years at 18. I see the honest and raw emotions that emerge from the high school sweetheart breakups, as juvenile as they may have been.
And though much of my thinking was envious, considering I was a teenager, it never seemed like something for me. I was friendly, and at times flirty, and everyone who knew me can tell you I have always been a hopeless romantic. I love flowers and romantic gestures. I love the cheesy movies and the cliché high school love stories. But even in that part of me I didn’t see it. I never saw myself cuddling up to a guy, giving him pieces of me, letting him in. I…
View original post 900 more words