The yang to my yin. The light in my darkness. The summer to my winter. Without one, there cannot be the other. I know it’s a cliche, but you complete me. You contain me. I am water and you are the solid vase, bending me to your use. Without you, I spill uselessly on the floor. Without me, you are hollow, waiting to be filled. An endless symbol, two equal forces with their own distinct natures. I can think of no more perfect metaphor. Such it is with you and me.