Blue Bennings. That man loved you like how Ryan Hart, Blue's brother, loved his fiancé. Right now, Blue was looking at you as you were going off at someone for a logical reason.

He wanted to be your vacuum cleaner. Breathing in your dust. He wanted to be your Ford Cortina. He'd never rust. If you like your coffee hot? Let him be your coffee pot.

You called the shots, and he just wanted to be yours. Secrets he have held in his heart weee harder to hide than he thought. Maybe he just wanted be yours.

Le him be your leccy meter and he'd never run out. Let him be the portable heater that you'll get cold without. He wanted to be your setting lotion, to hold your hair in deep devotion. At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean. Now, he just wanted to be yours.

Blue Bennings always wanted to be yours.

Had been since day one.

And this man, oh he loved you so much. So much from day one.

Even when you just called him a stupid probie or yelled at him from mistakes.

He loved you with his whole being.

He just wanted to he yours.