Dear Jupiter,
I drove past your house today, and Alex has your favorite flavor of nicotine.
So when we picked him up and he clouded up the car it was all I had not to cry.
Me and my sister talked about Thebe, and she bought my favorite kind of cigarettes to taunt me.
I haven't actually spoken to Pluto, and all I do is throw myself into yard work and harsh chores to make money.
A lot has changed but I can't help missing you.
All the songs that remind me of you now remind me of Pluto and Thebe.
And you of course.
How could I ever not think of you.
For as much as thebe was there, you were the one I loved. Truly loved. And now you've both moved on.
But me and Thebe are texting right now.
And I love her too.
Love,
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.
