I'll Call her.. Blue

I am in love.

I know what you are thinking even if you are not saying it.

"Again?"

But seriously.. I am. Again.

Is that so bad? To love? Easily? A lot?

Probably.

But each time I rip out my heart and offer it the bitch [whoever she happens to be at the time] just walks away and leaves it there laying all broken and dirty on the ground with little bits of offal all clinging to it as if it meant nothing and means nothing because it amounts to nothing but that is just not the case because.. it amounts to everything. Certainly counts for something.

Never means nothing.

So I have to pick it up and wipe it off as best I can and shove it back in my chest and wait for someone else to inspire me with a deep personal emotion akin to love. It could be lust, or even hate. They are so close sometimes its hard to tell them apart.

Despite that, she should be thankful. [whoever she happens to be at the time]

Oh.. I forgot I was talking about love. That I am in, it.. again. And no I don't know her name. She is a slave so it doesn't really matter what her name is anyway and if she does, have one that is, its most likely something stupid like "shep", "bingo", "rover", "fido", or it could even be "lassie".

I am going to call her Blue. I like blue and she seems blue a lot when I see her. I wish I could cheer her up. I want to, but I don't know what she likes or whats bringing her so low.

But I will find out.

I follow her around the city when I find her. She goes to the public gardens, falls and even the cliffs. She people watches. Like she wants to see the world as it might be if she were someone else.

She never sees me or notices me. But that's ok. Someday I will figure out what to give her to express my love and I am sure that will cheer her up considerably.

It will work this time.

I have faith.