2024. 8. 25 Sun

Dinner at Nelson and Melanie’s. N baked a deep dish with 800g of cheese. I ended up talking about F again, for the third time this week to different people. The heart grows greedier while the rationale inflicts self-doubt. Mel says I should just talk and stay honest. Alas, honesty takes courage.

Fra sends me a video of lunch in the garden with his family, which I think looks exactly like the scene in Call Me by Your Name. Would I one day meet his family and sit at that table with them, resuming the role of L’usurpateur, and F showing me around the little town on his motorbike?

Would we lie down by the lake, swim in the pool next to the ancient sculptures (I would have learned by then), go dancing to old Italian pop and talk all night on the balcony about how the twin caught the fish?