Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

there are certain wishes that must be clipped like wings off a thriving butterfly.

it would finally dawn on us both that he was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.

We had found the stars, you and I.