So yeah, Hans got it right when he said that I would hang around that statue of a boy I had in my garden a lot. This is when my attitude towards the statue got a bit creepy, but only because I was mourning a loss! The statue kind of resembled the Prince. Especially the way that he wouldn't move too often. Hah hah hah.
Occasionally I would swim up to the bay where I left the Prince, but he was never there so I stopped doing that because I figured I was torturing myself.
After a few weeks I couldn't bear carrying it around anymore, so I confided in one of my sisters. NATURALLY THE STORY SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE. Mermaids are notorious gossips. But this gossip was actually fruitful for me, because it led to two mermaids who actually knew someone who knew the Prince! Yeah, quite a few degrees of separation, but I'd take it! I thought it was a sign in my young mind. Especially since she could tell me where the Prince was from and where he was now ... Yes, essentially I kind of stalked him. Whatever.