These writings are me, recounting the story of us. By us, I refer to me, and my twin brother, Marcel. Best friends since birth.
If I could turn back time to go back to childhood, if only to play one more game of football with Marcel, I would. But sadly, that isn't how time works. Or life. So here is the story, not to spare any details or lie to make it seem more glorious than it was.
I miss you, Marcel.
