At times I was quite obsessed, and at times an old fashioned romantic. I would dream of moonlit walks and stolen kisses between lessons. I yearned to just hold her close and stand like statues beneath the unblinking stars, content. Fools dreams, a romantic’s dreams, dreams that young girls hold dear in the hope of finding their prince charming. I was not better than Molly with her dreams of a handsome prince; I was just searching for my princess Molly.