I hate that over-quoted bullshit about only accepting the love you think you deserve. I am emotionally intelligent. I’ve got a good head on my shoulders. Most of the time, I think pretty highly of myself. And yet, I have not experienced healthy, reciprocated, romantic love since high school. I will go ahead and call him ‘John Smith’ for the sake of the story. Captain of the hockey team. Symmetrical. Handsome. We were set up by one of his teammates, my sister’s good friend. He was my first boyfriend, first kiss, etc. To my knowledge, the first boy who ever fell in love with me.