I lean on the balcony rail and I look at the palm of my right hand resting inside the palm of my left hand. I see how one perfectly bends round the contours of the other and I feel the warmth that comes from the tight embrace.

When I am ecstatic the two palms come together in the excitement and make loud rhythmic claps.

When I am in shame the two palms hide behind my back and clasp each other for comfort.

When I nuzzle to sleep the two palms come together in a huddle between my legs.

When one palm is hurt, the other massages it gently in an attempt to take away the pain.

Even though one is the opposite of the other, I would not be complete without both my left palm and my right palm. And it is easy to see that one was made for the other, just as there is a one person that is made just for another.