Someday my prince will come.

(A codependent) Snow White; & me, aged 10

Snow White’s words of ardour-filled yearning were a frequent ear-worm of mine when I was young.

They had started to weave their way into my stream-of-conscious when I was 10 — the same age that I moved from the country I loved, and my all-girls school, and back to a dreary, grey UK and a new, co-ed Prep school.

I was primed to yearn for that fairy-tale, and the spark ignited as soon as I entered an environment of which 50% was comprised of the opposite sex. I surfed a wave of longing that was unrequited. Because, frankly, I had no idea what to do around, or how to relate to, boys. No idea at all. But this wasn’t so much cluelessness as a profound sense of conflict. Turmoil, even. Yes: turmoil.

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