Falling...falling...fell...star...stare...and wish

Seeing a falling star is so rare. I have seen one when I was a child, I think I was in grade 6 then, and I asked for an increase in allowance :). They say when you see one you should make a wish and the god of the skies will grant it to you. Walking under the skies after 15 years, I saw a green one. It seems so near. Then I stare to the person right next to me, excited, only one thought occupies my mind; having that person holding my hand to be with me for the rest of my life. I am happy with what I am feeling right now. The fascination of seeing a falling star and wishing. And yes, I am falling for him, falling for everything that he do, falling everytime I see him. I dont want this feeling to end. I want to keep on falling and falling, ad infinitum. Just like how the stars keep on falling from the sky but never seem to have reached the ground. The excitement everytime I fall, and the fear of reaching the ground. I do not want to fall on the ground, I still do not know what he might do, Im scared, I just want to keep on falling.