Find Me

by André Aciman

“I don’t know if I’m the type who even likes people, much less falls in love with them.” I could just see it in the two of them: the same embittered, impassive, injured hearts. “Is it that you don’t like people, or that you just grow tired of them and can’t for the life of you remember why you ever found them interesting?”

We only want those we can’t have. It’s those we lost or who never knew we existed who leave their mark. The others barely echo.”

I have very little that anyone might want at this point and, as for what I want, I wouldn’t even know how to spell it out. But all this you know already.”