The wife ran out of fear and jealousy. There is a great difference. The mystic flies moment to moment. The fearful ascetic drags along month to month. You can't understand this with your mind.
Fear is nothing to a lover, a tiny piece of thread.
Love is a quality of God. Fear is an attribute of those who think they serve God, but who are actually preoccupied with penis and vagina. Those joining loves are both qualities of God. Fear is not. If I kept talking about love, a hundred new combinings would happen, and still I would not say the mystery.