A Meteor Shower Called Life

"You don't have to do this alone, " he spoke sincerely, tucking one of my dark pieces of hair behind my ear.
I angrily pushed him away, "Don't touch me! You don't know anything about me! Or him! Don't come in and think you can just-"
He pulled me into a tight hug and pressed his face softly into the crook of my neck.
Tears leaked out from my baby blue eyes as I tried to push him away once more but he refused to budge. I finally gave up and relaxed into his chest.
"I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."
"You're right," my heart broke at this statement, "I really don't deserve someone so... beautiful."
"I'm not! I'm so difficult!" I retorted.
"The stars are beautiful and yet they are very difficult to obtain or touch, much like you," he chuckles and softly lifts my face so my eyes could meet his hazel ones, "But even if I keep getting burnt, I'm not going to stop until that star is mine."