Call Me By Your Name

by André Aciman

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

I will have been a terrible father if, one day, you’d want to speak to me and felt that the door was shut or not sufficiently open.”

Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.

Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away.