When you were little. About 4 or 5. You discovered the British royal family through your teacher being British and teaching your very American class about the royal family when she had to wear a Poppy on remembrance day.

You immediately became obsessed and started a fake British accent and playing pretend by marrying Prince George.

You wished on everything you saw to meet George one day, stars, dandelions, eyelashes, Everything!

About the start of your teenage years, you realized that your parents were starting to chose your future. College talk became more frequent at dinner then usual. Job talk because more frequent. Dating... The whole package.

You hated that and cried for hours in your bedroom when you realized your future was set in stone. You gave up your dream of meeting the Royal family and grew up.

You went through teenage years depressed and your parents blaming your phone for being the cause, so it was taken away frequently.

You went off to the college of your parents choice, under the major they wanted. But you were a sneaky kid. You transferred to St Andrews, your dream school, in the middle of the school year under the major you wanted.

You met George, became besties, and then roommates with two other people. Jake and Allison.

One night, you and George were sitting on the balcony drinking beer when he stole your first kiss. That was the last night you were single.

A few days later and you sat on the same balcony of the dorm with George on a blanket next to you, his head on your lap as he looked up at the sky.

"Can I ask you something weird?" You asked him softly.