When I was little, I was fascinated by the urban legend that there's another me in this world and once the two of us encounter in persons, one of us will be doomed to vanish. For me, the idea is crazy yet enchanting: I've always wondered whether there is another me, the same size, the same complexion, the exact reflection of me exist on earth; and if the legend can be taken for real, would I want to meet another version of me? I asked myself.
But the reflection of my lips in the mirror kept sealed and motionless.