Under the stars, two souls become one. Some may say that they were star-crossed, but I say that the stars ran in tender parallel.
There are innumerable lines in the sky; you may see a line cutting their fate, but I see the lines running side by side, and know that a red thread stitched this date.
Not about the action of "becoming one" more about a confession between two lovers who were oblivious to the other's feelings. You know, Romeo and Juliet is not really a tragedy, they got to meet each other in hell.