A Hue of Blu

by Marie-France Léger

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

Her friends were a reflection of her image – equally as vivacious and full of life.

Mine were just as hollow and empty as I was.

She was my match. An equal. A broken piece of myself, a mirrored shard of glass.

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

She loved all the pieces of myself that I hid from the world.

I wished she would, but it wasn’t my responsibility to change her brain chemistry.

“You feel like shit because I feel like shit, Jace. Nothing affects you unless it affects how other people see you.”

“You two seem so similar but don’t want to admit it. That maybe, you both orbit around each other – a hue of something.”