Nonsense. I wanted you from day one. I just hid it better.

Look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.

All this means is that in ten days when I look out to this spot, you won't be here. I don't know what I'll do then. At least you'll be elsewhere, where there are no memories.

«When did you know about me?»[...]«When you blushed.»

As I sat there, working on transcriptions at my round table in the morning, what I would have settled for was not his friendship, not anything. Just to look up and find him there, suntan lotion, straw hat, red bathing suit, lemonade. To look up and find you there, Oliver. For the day will come soon enough when I'll look up and you'll no longer be there.

What you two had had everything and nothing to do with intelligence. He was good, and you were both lucky to have found each other, because you too are good.

Would I be able to live without his hand on my tummy or around my hips?

But down below along the rocky shore, in the moonlight, I caught sight of him.