Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be smitten as well. Amor ch’a null’amato amar perdona. Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving, Francesca’s words in the Inferno. Just wait and be hopeful. I was hopeful, though perhaps this was what I had wanted all along. To wait forever.

I could hear my steps on the gravel. I didn’t mind the noise. It kept me company.

I want to know you, and through you, me.