I fell in love with a falling star

Comets. They are falling stars. Falling ice, shards of ice, meteors of ice, burning, whirling and spinning in the ether of the heavens, in the cold of space. Falling so fast that they ignite and blaze with a light that can rival a sun's. Flaming ice, cold at their heart, but burning, passionate on the outside.

I fell in love with a falling star, and burnt to death holding on to my love. You could say love consumed my life, that I was a moth to his flame, that even if I really did fall in love and broke my heart I could start a new life and fall in love again. After all, who does not in this time and age? But what happened to me was not a crush, was not infatuation, was not obsession or anything you can describe as such fickle things. I would like to say it was fate, but it was not, really. I think it was an accident, that I just happened to be standing there, dressed in his favourite colour, looking photogenic. I guess I should tell you about myself now, though.

I am seventeen, and I have hair that falls in the latest new, fashionable cut, that, in my opinion, looks as if the styler had malfunctioned and used a kitchen knife to hack it off. But everyone says it looks wonderful on me, so I think it must be pretty. I have since forgotten its natural colour, but now it is dyed blond and green, blond at the roots and shading to green at the tips, and so looks like corn straw. But no one has it yet, and being unique was the main aim of my life. Now, the aim of my life is something else totally, but that comes later. It was designed in my genetics to be actually quite well-rounded and bouncy in all the right places, like my mother is, but I overdosed on diet pills and lost too much weight, then never ate enough afterward, so I look like a stick, stuck in the mud.

Oh, but one note to whoever is reading this, I am not writing this for the sake of letting others understand this, so be generous in perception. I am writing all this for the sake of the burning star that flamed my life away, and felt like fire slipping through my hands as I held on. I do not expect people who have never fallen in love and broken their hearts to understand this, but I shall strive to clarify everything, as much for my sake as of yours. This may be a mistake, to write everything down as I am, but some things hurt too much not to be told, and are too secret to tell anyone you know. But still, I am writing this, against all caution, with all abandon, and all for some stranger to pick this up and read it, and maybe totally ruin your life.

I could never understand why it is easier to confide in a total stranger, but it is true, that you can tell a total stranger the deepest secrets in your heart, some stranger you have never met before and never will again, who can keep your secrets because he will never have known you. I guess for me, I will never meet anyone who has read this, at any time in my life.

But my story is now the only thing I have not told you, and it is about to be told.