Unwritten

I have spent the majority of my post-high school years single or in some type of awkward relationship that I wasn't allowed to put on Facebook or call them my boyfriend. While that probably sounds pretty depressing, it has taught me a lot. I've been an onlooker as friends and family have fallen in love, had their hearts broken, gotten married, gotten divorced, or as they continued on their own single-person journey with varying degrees of grace. For me, it started as it does with so many young women, with an idealistic picture of the perfect man and the perfect relationship. He would say and do certain things, he would spoil me, he would protect me, we would never fight or disagree. Every weekend would be rose petals and picnics and kissing under the stars. There were times I thought I had found something like that, only to realize that they were actually just very good manipulators who were skilled at preying on naive girls like me. They would say and do the sweetest things ...