I was that shooting star you saw in the meteor shower.
The burning piece of rock that hurtled towards Earth.
You wished upon me,
to get into Stanford, to be successful, and for him to love you.
So as I tried to get close to you, I shattered.
Breaking off pieces of me, so I could mend the pieces of you.
So as I scattered into dust, I made my final wish.
"Make her happy, even if this makes me a fool"