SORRY PLUTO [ JACK x ZACH ]

three

phew, here we are,

standing onto a rock that's floating all because of the wonderful thing called gravity.

but, maybe gravity just

stops.

what would happen?

would we just fall into a continuous loop, feel as if we're about to fade away with the worlds molecules,

we may never know.

but, what if we do?

what if just suddenly, we start falling,

falling so far without an end in sight,

it's possible, and what can we do to stop it?

nothing.

complete nothing.

these are the types of things to roam through my mind whilst trying to block out my thoughts in bed.

just like him.

saturn returned to me today, asking,

"why do you sit alone?"

i almost laughed.

i told him that,

"no one wants to talk to me."

he smiled, "but i do."

that heart-flippy-over-thing took over me.

"well, you're one in a million." i told him,

just like the stars,

every unique, yet all look the same,

he was the sun.

saturn's rings were glowing, "thanks, i actually brought a book i think you'd like to read, it's called love, simon, if you haven't already read it."

saturn placed the book into my cold hands and the smallest bit of heat was produced,

little did i know that saturn isn't that warm as well.

i looked at him, hearts basically protruding from my eyes, and gently taking the book from his hands.

"are you sure you want me to borrow it?" i asked.

"yes, of course, i've read it about a hundred times, basically have the first three chapters memorized."

i could've confessed my love for him right there.

he's so pretty

he is literally saturn.

beautiful,

unique,

loved,

remembered,

pretty,

and most of all,

noticed me.

a lone planet, orbiting the sun in a ruined path due to asteroids,

i don't know how to repay him.

i opened the book, glancing at the first couple of pages,

"where'd you buy this?"

he placed his delicate fingers on the book, gently taking it back and rotating it in his view, "don't remember, really, probably walmart though."

"walmart sells books?" i questioned.

saturn laughed,

laughed a beautiful laugh,

like a melody singing from the tree tops and sunflowers blooming in the spring,

and told me, "yeah, you just have to search for it. their section is surprisingly good."

sitting here, with this led pencil drawing on this ruled paper, rethinking of my day, the feeling never gets old.

it's like i'm reliving the day all over again.

i have to constantly remind myself, i met this boy yesterday, why am i in so deep?

well, i have seen him around before, so that's an excuse.

or maybe i don't have any real experience with a relationship.

(pain)

he told me that,

"one day we can go to walmart and get all of the books."

and that day pluto felt happy.

but not for long.

everything ends,

realization is always haunting me,

i'll never have a perfectly rounded orbit.

sorry pluto.