When you meet your other half, even if you are entire as an indivual, there is a sense that you still add up to one, as if 1 +1 somehow equalled 1. Perhaps meeting someone is kind meeting sum-one.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.