Queen Victoria. Her comment on her attempted assignation 7 times, and one physical attack with weapon- in regards to the outpouring of loyalty after 

"(its) Worth being shot at- to see how much one is loved"

So all the cups got broke
Shards beneath our feet
But it wasn't my fault
And everyone's competing
For a love they won't receive
Cause what this palace wants is release

Lorde, Team

1

On a winter day when the windows in the school halls were coated in condensation and frost, the cheeky bad boy from my computer class, who flirted relentlessly with all the girls, did something no one else had ever thought to do. He dared me to kiss him. In that hallway. In a rare moment of laissez-faire confidence I leaned over, and did. 

2

I made you a sign with your name on it. I have also bought you a bouquet of my favorite flowers. When I finally see you scanning the crowd I weave toward you. When you see me, you drop your bag right there on the floor, inadvertently blocking others as they arrive. Just so that you can put your arms around me. The next day I wear freesias in my hair. 

3

You flirt with both the girls and the boys equally at every party we go to. So I am told I have nothing to worry about. 

4

We sit across from each other all night in a string of bars, pubs and restaurants. Weaving our way through that city. There are other people always with us. They float in and out but we are constant. And from the moment I met you I know you are mine. I have tunnel vision, and in my memory I only see your smile. Your eyes. When we are finally alone we don't know what to do, except to move and sit closer. I think you touched my hair. Brushing it off my face. When the night nearly closes we walk up the sidewalk ahead of the others. At the top of the street we pull each other around the corner to kiss. Away from everything. Just off the main road. 

5

I got a do over. Twice. I liked a boy and a boy liked me. I was young. Everyone else seemed to know what they were doing. It was the first time I confessed to my parents I thought I had a boyfriend. That first summer I was invited to the family cabin and I fantasized about after school specials and summer camp movies. It was all I had to go on. I could hardly muster holding his hand. I was terrified. A non existent nothing that made me petrified. After 3 long days his mom dropped me at home and while all our friends waited in the car I pecked him on the cheek. I thought I would die. 

5 years later a boy liked me and I liked a boy. We returned to the cabin, this time to chaperone his little sister and her friends. They were strange little women and I still felt like a girl. We were the focus of their attention. In the dark of night I ran off the end of the dock jumping into the black water causing them to pause in awe if only for that second. Then erupted, when he jumped off the dock splashing them all and swam to me. We held hands in the water. In the dark. Floating. After they all went to bed we took the canoe out and laid in the bottom talking. With only the moon. 

It was 5 years later. I live in a bright flashy city where there are no cabins or lakes. He kisses me under a street light, not unlike a moon.