A little Myth

Greek Mythology has always been somewhat fascinating to me. The other day I came across a myth that I had completely forgotten about:
The Myth starts by telling us about the creation of humans. It said that all humans began with four arms, four legs, and two faces. In a day when the humans were meant to fear and worship Zeus and the other Gods, Zeus feared that these being were too powerful. So in order to regain their fear and destroy their power Zeus split them in half. Instead of walking on four legs, the beings now walked upright on two. Split from their other half the being feared the Gods again, but even more then that fear, they felt the need to search for the missing half. Instead of rising up against the Zeus, the being would spend their lives searching for the one that would "complete" them. Thus the idea of soul mates was born.

Now I don't believe in soul mates. I do believe their is someone out there for everyone. I kind of like this myth, even if it is completely untrue. The idea that we know our "other half" is out there, but that we just need to find them is a comforting thought. I find it funny that we say such things like, "You complete me" or "You are my better half". I wonder if when people say such things, they know of this myth.

So, here is my own myth...My other half, hopefully I find you soon.

Headlights

To my Someone...

I passed several cars with headlights out today. Each time I thoughtfully saved the kiss on the ceiling of my small car. I have been saving them for days...weeks...months...years, waiting for you. They collect there, you know? I sometimes contemplate letting that one car go by, not saving that one kiss. Then I think that I might regret it so I quickly snatch it up as the car passes beside me, unaware that I almost didn't take the opportunity it presented me. 

Yet, you still haven't come...

Do you even know that I save them? Do you do the same for me? I long to know you, but time has not been my friend and has not sped up your coming. No, not a friend indeed, instead it extends the minutes, making them hrs. The days become weeks and the months become years, and it seems that the more I wait for you the more I realize how much I miss the person I never knew.

It that possible? No, I don't miss you, because I have never known you. I only have my imaginary you. The one I think of each time I see a car missing a headlight. No name, no face. Yet you exist in my mind.  Please come replace this fictitious person. Make my imaginings real, and my dreams no longer a fantasy. Run to me, it is all I ask.

I lie... I do ask  for one more thing.

Help me to forget the meaning of a missing headlight...