There are a thousand theories for all our infinite possibilities.
My favourite is this;
Behind every constellation, there is a pathway to another you and I.
Every star is another story, every night a different sky.
Antares - You swear to swallow the sun, as my blood dries in your mouth, raging against the light.Castor - The sea lives in our lungs. We inhale, we exhale, I drown as you breathe. We end, to begin again. Vega - I damn you, as I devour you, for turning all my prayers into pleas.
There is this, beyond every somewhere, we still exist. More than lovers in all but touch, more than poetry. And when we die, perhaps the stars before our stories will grace our skin with a goodbye kiss from another sky.