As I circle her I began to slowly shift out of my orbit. I don't know why the universe seemed to be shifting for us. But it was. My orbit seemed to linger as I swung around the corner seemingly just inches from her fiery surface. Continuing my dizzying circle I seem to pick up stray rocks and asteroids. The smaller rocks circling around me like an army of moons. Each one was its once experience, its own memory, unique and special. And when I stray back into deep space I study and remember these as they spin around me. They hold some of her warmth but soon it faded, leaving me wanting more, now only left with cold dead rocks that continue to orbit Pluto, spinning around in my brain. I wish they would keep her life in them forever. Like a story, you could re-read over and over but each time it would feel brand new. But as I read them over and over they only become more tattered and worn. Until they are nearly unreadable. The compliment you gave me with a sincere expression, saying my laugh and how the way I would nearly fall over was cute turns into just a compliment that was giving haphazardly. Or the conversation we had walking down the hall where I completely forgot about what we were talking about because I was too busy studying your eyes and face turns to just a conversation. Or the connection I felt with you when you said: "I thought it was really funny" and I realized how much we had in common turned into just another friend that drifted in and out of my life. But at that time each of my orbiting moons gotten from you burned so brightly that I seemed to turn red from the memory as if from sunburn. And I, at that moment, thought I would never leave your solar system but somehow you got out of my life. Or maybe I drifted out of yours, my orbit straying far enough that another neighboring universe pulled me in. I should have known something would have happened, maybe you just blinded me leaving me defenseless and easily drawn in closer to you. And that's what happened I got closer to you, the heat becoming more and more unbearable.
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Pluto
RandomA love story described vaguely through the eyes of a pluto at the edge of a universe she wants to be a part of.