Bluebirds. No, bluebells. No, that isn't it. It will come to her eventually. Bluebeard? Definitely not; now is no time for pirates. What does blue-blood really mean, anyway? It always sounds so elitist; one of these days she'll actually look it up. Blue jay? Thieving ill-mannered things. Bluegrass? That's a good one but not quite right either, although it comes closer than most. How about a well-worn pair of blue jeans? It's her top choice at the moment but still, she thinks there has to be one more thing, the perfect fit.

Blueberries, that's it. It's blueberries that are love.