‍   my favorite story from mythology is how humans were originally four-legged and four-armed, with two heads and two faces. zeus; the almighty, the destroyer, the supreme god above all gods; feared these abominations and split them, sent them all around the earth, and condemned them to spend their lives searching for their other halves.

  when love starts to sound more verb than textbook, i find that the faces don't really matter. all the private parts and stereotypes blur together; it took me years to put a word to it. do you know how that feels. to wonder if something is wrong with you because you like both, and it's not even about the fingers or the skin; it's about why they have freckles in the first place or what makes them want to bite their nails.

  zeus, the most powerful of them all, knew what was going on way before all of us. there's a reason soul mates are called "soul" mates. it's more than anatomy. it's more than knowing what fits where. there's power in love that is blind to the puzzle pieces of relationships that has been shoved in to our hands since we were children.

  this is what zeus was so scared of. that one day, we might learn that underneath this disguise is the one thing we shared as beasts that could have brought the king of olympus to his knees. four legs and four arms; two faces, but one heart.