I was about to punch him as he stopped my hand and said again. "make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face."

This cannot be it, I do not know why I am shaking, I feel like i am on the edge of breaking, this cannot be real, you were the one whom I traveled the whole world for, ignored my roots, my background, followed you wherever your footsteps would leave a mark on the ground, I searched for you by your scents, in the streets of Barcelona, when you escaped to Andorra, I followed you, you were not like that, your blue eyes were the reason I kept holding on, I was a nobody, you made me the queen of savagery, remember our beach encounter? When you called a lightning goddess and had the most unforgettable photos? Your poems, are the words I would never stutter, your words made my heart flutter, I was voiceless and you were my voice, I can't believe you. All the love, was just an echo of mine? You never told me you had a brother! A twin! I gave you my white blood, it was a switch that brought us here, a war between a pair of twins and I. Mary Jane dried her tears as she wanted to fall in his arms, but it was too difficult, she was lost, his touch became harsh and his lap became deceiving, it was one kiss, one touch, one laugh, one tear, one lie, one cheat, it was one switch between a pair of twins.

"Nostalgia is a dirty liar that tries to convince us that everything will be fine, but actually everything becomes worse, and usually some things become fine, as for love."