𝓘, 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮
𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮.
If you remember everything, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me and as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.