CALL ME BY YOUR NAME-2

      While everyone seems feel weird at the things happened between Elio and Olive, I feel totally normal.Maybe because I don't actually put myself in their place, during the whole process reading, I just play the bystander.

        So as a bystander, what I want is a pure happy ending. The second part mainly describe the progressing of their love and the final claim. When they can't tell each other what they think and have to bury their true feelings by pretending indifferent , I feel sorrow.

“I wish I hadn’t spoken,” I finally said. I knew as soon as I’d said it that I’d broken the exiguous spell between us.

      After they finally make it clear, the dialogue and interaction between them gradually become sweet, but I still feel there is an insuperable boundary that they both try crossing.

Elio's part：

But I was past humiliation. After weeks of wanting and waiting and—let’s face it—begging and being made to hope and fight every access of hope, I’d be devastated.

Olive's part：

“Thinking.” “About?” “Things. Going back to the States. The courses I have to teach this fall. The book. You.” “Me?” “Me?” He was mimicking my modesty. “No one else?” “No one else.” He was silent for a while. “I come here every night and just sit here. Sometimes I spend hours.”

Besides the plot, I've also found some sentences meaningful regardless of who you are.

At one hundred, surely you learn to overcome loss and grief—or do they hound you till the bitter end? At one hundred, siblings forget, sons forget, loved ones forget, no one remembers anything, even the most devastated forget to remember. Mothers and fathers have long since died. Does anyone remember?

So I just wish both I and they can let the unpleasant things go as we grow older and wiser.