A Hue of Blu: the unforgettable love story

by Marie-France Léger

To everyone stuck in a room void of light – be brave enough to open the blinds. There is a world full of colour beyond the walls of your mind.

Be kind to your heart, my darlings.

This man would be mine, whether he knew it or not.

In a world short of love, I had to be wanted. I was wanted. I felt wanted. Never loved, no. But I was wanted.

Maybe I was just a hater of all things. Maybe I liked being a hater.

Maybe I fell in love with the potential of people, not who they really were.

You value love over everything, even in the absence of it.”

I guess we were two sides of the same coin – tarnished, rusted and bruised.

Plenty of fish in the sea.” And I wanted one. One who didn’t want me.

“Good enough to fuck,” I stated. “Not good enough to love,” I accepted.

If you only knew what it took.

I wanted to be an object of desire. I craved it. I needed to know that I was worthy of love.

That was the moment I realized how to win people over. That was also the moment I realized how little of myself I had left, when I was trying to please everyone else.

This man, smiling beside me, could break my heart any day. And I’d let him. That was the problem.

You could be the greatest person, perform the grandest gestures, but if that someone never valued the love you showed them in the first place, they never would.

“Jealousy and admiration are two different things, man. I always wanted the best for you.”

This. This is what I loved about her. The push and pull. She took it and gave it. Fire. That fucking fire.

I think you guys have passion but not stability. And that passion always dies out as quickly as it comes in.”

“I can’t afford to fall for temporary anymore, Jace. We’re finished, whatever this is, we’re finished.”

It was exhausting to chase after someone who never wanted you from the start. It was even more exhausting to pretend that there was a chance in hell you could change their mind.

Why do you insist on doing this to me?” His response may have been the most honest thing he’s ever said, and that terrified me. In one breath, he shattered my soul. “You let me.”

“Please, for the love of fuck get a grip, Jace.”

“You don’t understand how hard I fought for you to see me as someone other than any of the prospects who threw themselves in your direction. I wanted to be the one you fell for, but instead I fell for you.”

“I fell for you,” I repeated, though he seemed to look through me. “And I kept falling and you wouldn’t even lend a hand. You couldn’t handle it.”

So in the end, I was the walking, living, breathing piece of shit that broke a girl who was already broken.

“As long as you begin, you’re one step closer to being where you belong.”