iyongsinta: I wish there’s a book of Oliver’s POV including his life especially the summer 1983, the
iyongsinta: I wish there’s a book of Oliver’s POV including his life especially the summer 1983, the feeling he had while extending the phone outside the window when he got back to NY, his long sleeves selection and how he gets mad re-pulling them up, how Elio could have been together with him every day of his life, and all. By far, this is the best I could find on insta by account holder @timmychalammer and your face will be glistening with tears:It was mid summer day. Elio was reading, ‘Heart of Darkness’, by Joseph Conrad. I was working on my assignment for Mr. Perlman and referencing the book, ‘The Cosmic Fragments’ by Heraclitus. Elio and I were sitting in the study room. The villa still takes my breath away. It’s intricate embellishments of Italian fabric and architecture was one of the main attractions of the Perlman villa. I recall sitting on the couch and Elio across me, sitting on a chair. We spent hours in that room. “Studying”, “reading”, “writing”, hoping one of us would say something. Holding onto every moment that was subtly entailed within the silence of both his presence and mine. Two men, one room. Every inch of me felt as though it was exuding all and any affection towards him, without any physical notion apparent. We weren’t speaking to each other. Yet, our ability to glance at one another on occasion, said more words than our mouths ever could. My eyes were forever found in his, and lost in anything other. We were sharing the same air. Your air, my air. You, were my air. When I was around you, I’d sustained an amount of life, freedom, and love that liberated my being more than ever. There were moments when I would lose concentration on my work, and wished to have focused on every part of you. Your body. Your anatomy. My dear Elio, oh how we had the world, you and I. The existence of our two souls alluded to the existing of any and every planet in the galaxy. Oh the days and nights we would spend in that room. We’d catch each other glancing, smirking. At the same time, I would resist any part of you. I wanted to concentrate on my work and the purpose of my being there. But, the universe had other plans for us. We saw everything with one another. The pain, the good, the bad. We endured it all that summer, the two of us. I often find myself running out of breath when you’re not near me. Our existence was rare, beautiful, and true. Our friendly bantering alluded to a greater constitution of our love. The ability to be free and to not hide who you are with someone…your soulmate…Our paths will always trace back to one another, my dear Elio. -- source link