I was almost beginning to love the stars again

After a break up, it feels like you're always going to be left with a permanent scar. This poem uniquely describes that in a scientific and metaphorical way.

I was almost beginning to love the stars again. My brain was starting to comprehend, that every asteroid is different. I can explore new craters and history elsewhere, and that not all stars twinkle within your eye. I can find new galaxies and better bodies of mystery to examine. You were a new species, but I have dissected nearly every nerve within your perimeter. You have been stripped down and spot checked to your very last freckle of star dust. Just as I was beginning to love adventure again, you came back as a flaming hot meteorite with a tail of ashes from the past. You were shining so bright you burnt my eyes and now I forever have a burnt memory of you. No matter how many new skies I've yet to see on planets not yet explored. There will be you. I feel as though through trial and error of astronomical exploration within your sector that I must continue the scientific study.  I must push through and conclude, hopefully proving my hypothesis. Is love blinding?