Dear Jupiter,
I think I can say this in confidence for the first time in a while. I like someone at least as much as I like you, which is still a considerable amount.
She's shy and quiet, she's Pluto. She's the opposite of everything you are. She's like the breeze on a beach and you're like the rushing winds of a hurricane. She's the stream you find in a Forrest and you are the rushing river that scares everyone away.
I thought I was lost forever, being swept out to sea. But I think Pluto is slowly saving me.
Sure she's not as strong or physical. But she definitely has a greater duration.
She has more love to give and less to take and I think that's why she's amazing.
She doesn't care if I love her back, she still doesn't know I like her. But she carries on being happy and loving me and loving life.
You weren't even gracious enough to say goodbye.
I think I'm letting go, finally, of you. I think eventually I will. I have hope, and faith in myself.
And to be honest? I'm so rooting for Pluto.
But Jupiter you will always outshine us, but maybe I don't care.
Maybe me and Pluto will live our lives being out shone by you and we will be happy and you will run out.
And we will continue.
Oh Jupiter I hate you.
But I love you so very much, so truly, so deeply.
And I fear I will never succeed on my plans of getting over you.
I have hope, but I will not be blind.
Love,
Saturn.
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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.