Supernova

I was never the poetic type. But when Mel entered my life, it was like the crash of a supernova. She was the perfect girl, whom everybody loved because if ever there was an embodiment of freedom, it would've been her. She was spontaneous and wild and she was on fire, but it never occurred to me that the very same flames that radiated off the tips of her fingers were swallowing her whole from the inside. She left me just like she entered, with nothing to remember her by but the memories that, over time, had scarred a blackhole in my heart.