Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

I liked how our minds seemed to travel in parallel,

#parallel

P.S. We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you.

It never occurred to me that what had totally panicked me when he touched me was exactly what startles virgins on being touched for the first time by the person they desire: he stirs nerves in them they never knew existed and that produce far, far more disturbing pleasures than they are used to on their own.

“Is it better to speak or die?”

To be who I am because of you. To be who he was because of me.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

Bombs never fall on the same spot; this one, for all my premonitions, fell exactly in my hideaway.