The Girl with the Dark Eyes and I started wearing each other’s names around our necks—, tightening the personalized nooses as far as possible. We became branded. It felt good, too. We engaged each other every chance we could, captivating onlookers. A singular mass split in two. Dual shadows that seemed to resemble one another in ways that didn’t immediately make sense. It was all so predictably beautiful in its simplicity—, such naiveté.