Angel Hero Forever

As I was lying half awake, half asleep, in a bed of soft and fragrant grass, gazing up at the stars, my hands softly lit by the light of the moon, my mind began to drift away. I gazed at the stars and imagined the eyes of my Angel, sparkling down upon me. I, the hero, had been through many battles, had been hurt in so many places, so many times before. But that which had been hurt the most, was my heart. It lay in pieces... But the hero's Angel had been sleeping outside on the very same night, and in the light of the moon, had noticed something sparkling. It was a piece of her Hero's heart. She picked it up, and a little further away, she found another piece, and as she kept walking she kept finding more and more pieces.
Meanwhile, the hero noticed the grass was wet; it was wet with the tears of his Angel. He carefully brushed the grass with his hands, collecting every single teardrop, and he crawled on his hands and knees, as far as the trail of tears would lead him. Thus the two of them traveled, day and night, never straying from the trail of tears or the road of hearts.
The Angel had picked up every single piece and carefully pieced them all together, and added many parts of her own heart, the most beautiful parts that were not even there before his heart broke..and thus their hearts were joined before they even met. And the Hero cried because his Angel had been crying, her pain is his pain, and he wept his tears upon her tears, and because tears come from parts of the soul melting away, the Angel's soul and the Hero's soul were joined thus before they ever met.
Then on the dawn of one beautiful summer day, the trail of tears and the road of hearts ended... The Hero looked up from his crouched pose, and the Angel looked down....The Hero saw the blush on the cheeks of his Angel, more beautiful than any dawn ever could be...Their gaze met, eyes locked, hearts joined, two souls as one....The Hero held out his hands, full of the tears he had collected from his Angel, plus his own tears which had been shed, two souls joined as one.
The Angel held out her hands, full of the pieces of his broken heart which she had collected, plus the parts of her heart, which she had added to his, two hearts joined as one. Their hands reached out for each other, their rings sparkled brightly against each other...and thus the hearts and souls of the Hero and Angel were joined, never to be separated again.