dear saturn,

i wanna know you so bad. like, i really wanna know you. i wanna know what side of the bed you sleep on, i wanna know what your favourite song is, i wanna know your what pasta shape you like best. i wanna know you so bad, but i know that i can't, and that's really eating away at me right now. sometimes i wonder what it would be like if we were the same age. would we be friends? would we talk? would you have given me the time of day? because right now, i'm just another face in your class. just another body sitting at just another desk in just another classroom. i want to know you. and i want you to know me.

love, olivia