A Hue of Blu: the unforgettable love story

by Marie-France Léger

As if he knew me. As if he saw through my exaggerations. Not many people did. Not many people cared to.

Dark blue hair, light brown eyes, rockstar attire, and a personality that demanded attention because I deserved it. Attention owed me. It fucking owed me.

In their eyes, I’d always be a kid. In their eyes, I’d always be beneath them.

I was born to satiate.

I was perfect, with minimal visibility.

Hovering in a man’s place was the worst thing you could do. How embarrassing.

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

let him in or leave him be. I chose the former. This time would be different.

told them it’s because I recently discovered a movie called Coraline. It quickly became my favourite since the main character had this bright, cobalt hair. I liked her. I saw myself in her. Lost. Neglected. Sad.

I wished I hadn’t said it out loud. Saying things out loud made them very real.

I wanted nothing more than to be loved. I deserved it. The world owed me.

My mind made it worse.

Rejection. Judgement. Words. Actions. My past. My present. Myself.