A story about the power of true love.

He couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

Why hasn't she written? He thought.
He was in jail and she wrote to him daily of her love for him. She never failed to make him feel like it would all be okay. At the end of every letter she wrote, there were red lipstick stains from where she would kiss the page for him. He hadn't recieved anything for 2 weeks. His heart was aching. Her words were the only thing that made his days worth living.
Maybe she forgot about me? Maybe she found someone new?
His head was filled with questions and doubts. He laid in bed that night with his eyes wide open. He tried so hard to fall asleep so he wouldn't feel the burning in his chest. And then something hit him. It was like an overwhelming wave of complete and utter devastation. His heart was bursting and he wept and wept. He felt a part of his soul leave him. His body went numb and everything in his cell seemed colder than it ever had. He knew something happened to her.
He finally fell asleep and when he woke up he had a vague memory of the dream he had. It was her. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to keep that image fresh, but it soon faded. He couldn't breathe. Days went by and he still felt nothing. The guards would come and bring his food and he would wave his hands at them to take it away. He couldn't even speak. By the fourth day of feeling so empty and still not having heard a word from her, he got down on his knee's. This was something he hadn't done since he was a child. But he bowed his head and clenched his sheets and prayed to God that she was ok. He felt something brush against his shoulder and he quickly jolted. He jumped back onto his feet and saw her standing there. He lost all control of his body and collapsed on the floor, but he didn't take his eyes off of her. She knelt down beside him clutching his hands.
She whispered in his ear.
I had to leave you.
He screamed with all he had inside of him.
NOOO!
Tears were streaming down his face.
She got closer once again and told him how her body on earth was sick. How God needed her now. The softness in her voice was enough to stop his entire world from spinning. Everything went still and silent. His voice was quivering and he begged her not to go.
Please stay! Please.. I need you more than I
need the air I breathe. I need you..I... please.. He begged.
She kissed his cheek and told her she loved him more than he knew. She promised to wait for him. He tried to wipe the tears out of his eyes so he could see her clearly, but she soon started to disappear. He couldn't feel her hands. He couldn't hear her voice. And within seconds, she was gone. Months passed and he still wouldn't speak. He was admitted into a hospital where he could be put on an IV so he could have the nutrition his body needed since he couldn't eat. He became very ill. The doctors asked him if he had any family they could contact for him and for the first time since the night he saw her, he spoke.
She was my family. He said.
Within hours he was gone.

According to greek mythology, Zeus originally created humans with four arms, four legs, and two faces. Over time, Zeus began to fear their power and split them in two, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them. She was the other half of his soul. When she left, he couldn't survive.

She kept her promise. She was waiting for him with her arms open wide. They were finally together again.