A hand shake, be that as it is a mere means to greet one another. It is more than just plain courtesy. The perfect jigsaw connection between two hands, two half souls, two halves of a heart connected to become one. The perfect fit, the perfect soulmate. Complete with a flower bow, the true essence of beauty. Two halves can make a handshake but only the true half can spark magic in the lives of two souls yearning for that perfection, the flowers of life bloom in accordance to the hearts desires. When you see the springtime in your souls, the sakura flowers makes you realize that this handshake is the perfect one. The one that you have been searching for all these years. Multiple handshakes with no meaning and no soul. Finally it has happened. Finally I have found The One. That perfect handshake.