Am I Narcissus?

It was Friday.

It was a rainy Friday.

We're on a bus driving in Cuiaba.

Then, she said to me:

– You’re Narcissus

I said to her frighteningly:

– Why?
She said:

– Because you love one like you.

In fact, I love her and she is like me.

We have the same values. We’re alike.

– So, you’re Narcissus too. – I said

– You also love one like you.

– Oh my Gosh! – She said – you're right… I’m Narcissus as you!

– Do you know how Narcissus died? – She asked me

– Yes, I do.

– I don’t want to die! – She said.

–You will not die. Maybe, you are the reflection.

Or...

Maybe, I’m her reflection! :)

Do not worry! We aren’t proud. – I said

– You're right again! – She said – He was exceptionally proud.