his eyes held the stars; they shined like starlight was contained in those eyes. when he cried, it was like a galaxy running down his cheeks; and when he smiled, his starry eyes turned into crescent moons that could light up her world - and he was her constellation
but eventually, all stars burn out, don't they?
he was no longer hers, and never hers in the first place; he belonged to the night sky, where he could genuinely shine.