Dear Jupiter,
It has been said to me recently that I chase too many dreams and follow too many whisps of wind.
Like my spontaneous attitude was to blame for the way I am.
But I disagree.
Because last night you were at my house, keeping my brother company. I watched from the shadows as you talked laughed and smoked. I wish I would have been spontaneous enough to say hi. Or even text Mercury to see if we could all hangout.
But alas, I am weak in my mind, regrets and doubt constantly disturbing my way of life and twisting my reality. My anxiety has taken hold of me and has warped my senses, forcing me to be something I am not by nature, afraid.
Now as arrogant as this may seem, when I think about it, I truly fear nothing. Not death nor pain nor anything in between.
However, when situations come to play out, I find myself second guessing my confidence.
I wish only to be free of this confining pull of worry.
But I suppose when you first left me, you only made my fears more realistic.
And now that I know I've lost you forever, I am more afraid than ever.
I am terrified.
I would apologize for such a short letter Jupiter, but I know you are not reading anyway.
Truly yours,
Saturn.
YOU ARE READING
To Jupiter
RandomIn which a girl calls herself Saturn to hide the reality that it is her love story. Saturn is the girl he will never love, Jupiter is the boy she will never get over.
