“I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.”
Orla wasn’t wrong, of course. But what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less o b s e s s e d with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t a l l - e n c o m p a s s i n g, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.
All those days chasing down a daydream All those years living in a blur All that time never truly seeing Things, the way they were Now she’s here shining in the starlight Now she’s here suddenly I know If she’s here it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go