Find Me

by André Aciman

If I stood for an hour staring at this wall, I’d be with him for an hour. If I spoke to this wall, it would speak back.” “What would it say?” asked Miranda, totally taken in by the thought of Elio and the wall. “What would it say? Simple: ‘Look for me, find me.’” “And what do you say?” “I say the same thing. ‘Look for me, find me.’ And we’re both happy. Now you know.”