I’m twenty-two-years-old and have had over 53 boyfriends. From the first day I stepped foot into Kindergarten onward I was on the hunt for prince Philip (you know, the one who slayed the dragon and awakened Sleeping beauty with a kiss?). However, I was seeming to find more toads than royal knights.
In tenth grade I thought I finally might be on to something. Chris Weitman was as close to a prince as I could fathom. So I thought.
When he broke my heart after finally becoming my boyfriend for two weeks–on Valentine’s Day–I thought my world was over. With the way my love-life had gone over the years, it looked like I was going to be more of a lone ranger than a princess bride. But then I met Dace.
Dace wasn’t really a Disney style prince. He was…darker than that. Besides the heavy metal he would rock out to, his mysterious tattoos, black ensembles and eyebrow piercing, his history was the darkest part of him. Yet I was too sucked in to let him go. Until Someone intervened.
Little did I know, there really was a Prince Philip out there, but I had to meet a King before he’d come galloping into my life.