I learned about him. About Blue.
I know I said I needed to escape everything he's involved with, but something kept tapping at my shoulder and a sudden urge to understand him bit me in the ass at the park. It's been two weeks since the bar incident, and with each day, the craving becomes stronger.
One of his girl friends was at the park, and I just asked her. I don't know Blue's name so I just described him, stifling any snide comments. However, I told her I didn't want to learn his name, and with an odd look, she nods her head.
Learning someone's name is determination, dedication to that one person. It means you know that person. But I don't want to know him, I just want to understand him. It's weird I know, but a name is too much to know.
I still despise him.
