I was 19 years young when I first truly fell in love. Then when I was about 23, I thought the possibility of being in love again was at my fingertips. Neither one of those relationships ended well. They both left me feeling low, lost, infuriated and basically broken. I followed what I thought were the “rules” to be in love and what I thought it was supposed to be like and it backfired. I ended up blaming myself, trying to figure out what ways can I make myself better, prettier, more impressive; things that I would later realize were not necessary. Here I am approaching 26 years old and I am still putting together the pieces.