His name is Royal, but hes no prince charming. Hes not even a prince - though you could say I loved him once upon a time.
He was my older brothers best friend.
Growing up, he sat at our dinner table every Sunday, teased me mercilessly, and pretended I annoyed him.
When I was old enough, he took me on my first date.
Royal taught me how to drive. Escorted me to my junior prom. Gave me my first kissamongst other things. He was my first taste of toe-curling, all-consuming, cant-sleep love.
We had our whole lives ahead of us. There was never anyone else for me but him.
And then he disappeared. No letter. No explanation. Not even a goodbye.
My sisters and brother never forgave him, and my parents forbade me from speaking his name in our house ever again. For all intents and purposes, we were to pretend Royal Lockhart never existed.
Ive spent the last seven years trying in vain to forget my first love, but just when I think Ive finally moved on, guess whos back in town?
Royal | 
so-so
