Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

ice and apathy have ways of instantly repealing all truces and resolutions signed in sunnier moments.

I had wanted other men my age before and had slept with women. But before he’d stepped out of the cab and walked into our home, it would never have seemed remotely possible that someone so thoroughly okay with himself might want me to share his body as much as I ached to yield up mine.

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,

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