#from pluto

because what I really want to talk to you about is Oliver who's just too good to be true. Too handsome, too sociable, too famous to be anything more than a story you'll tell your children one day. "We dated once, you know?" (He was mine, for one summer). You can see it now, hear yourself reliving this moment years and years in the future. You'd tell them about the orchard he took you to, how he fell in love with the farm of an uncle of an acquaintance of a friend. (You'd have to leave out the sex though. Which really would cut the story quite short).

You imagined they wouldn't believe you, at first. "Yeah right, mom. You dated THE Oliver Aiku. For sure." They would be right to doubt you, you sometimes still doubted yourself. But with him sleeping next to you and the weight of his arm anchoring you to his chest, he felt too real to be merely a dream.

You'd just have to collect enough fragments of him to take him with you into the future. Keep this summer alive even after the warmth has faded and the seasons moved on.

(So what fragments would you save for yourself, dear V? Not that you'd have to because he'd be a fool to let you go and Oliver Aiku might be an idiot but he is not stupid.)

selfishly kept this to myself for a few days because it is just that beautiful!!!!! outstanding talent I fear!!!!!!!! and it also made me all warm and fuzzy inside :( incredible truly. the feelings you evoked OUGHHH it's all so hopeful filled with so much love and perfectly bittersweet!!!

Dear Earthlings,

Thank you for not giving up on me.

With love,

NO PLUTONA #1 - Francis Dove, Danilo Piras