In its natural state, love is always difficult to form a story with a beginning and an end. It is only scattered into several feelings and various situations, pinned in a self-contradictory madness. Literature and art provide words, musical passages, and even the texture of bronze statues in time for the restless elements of the protagonist's mood. These symbols of affection alternate in a secret frenzy, consuming the mind, and at the same time serving as an endless supply.
My personal evasion instinct for expressing one's heart directly makes a movie that is captivating enough just by the sound and picture of the cast adds even more beauty to me. Sometimes I hear outright love words, like experiencing theft without defense, and a part of myself is taken away and added to the other party's program. You are like a bystander, and you can't believe the part that is placed in some convention. It's still about who you really are.
Fortunately, both Elio and Oliver maintained a certain kind of enthusiastic shyness, detours and temptations, and there were few moments of direct love. The two of them had already noticed the throbbing in their bodies, but even so, one calmly exhausted the friendship of the landlord, while the other understated it and was arrogant.
"Later."
Oliver's farewells are often on his lips. At first glance, it sounds inadvertently dismissive, making people angry and laughing, but when he thinks about it, he is indecisive to the point of charming. It can be annotated and translated by adding arbitrary verbs depending on the situation, but in terms of words and inflections, it is not a clear farewell at all, and it lacks prediction and promise of future trends. An imminent departure, a follower's whim, or a waitable return. Even the relationship between the interlocutors was blurred by this wave of hands. It seemed to be so intimate that there was no need for cumbersome and modest respect, and it seemed that the exchanges were light and casual, and they immediately responded by saying hello. The uncertainty here is captivating, not even the suspense of lingering, just not talking. And almost everything can be hidden behind the unspoken words.
The boy thinks that the main reason for being attracted to this summer visitor is that the other party has the same talent as himself to outline the precise contours of other people's hearts, and the two have the same intuition about things. There are many things that need not be said, because intuition never confesses, it only flows endlessly from the living room piano, murmurs from the bronze statue with hollow eyes, and splashes out from the cold waters of midsummer, so it lasts for a long time without dissipating. . At the same time, hesitancy about reality almost goes hand in hand with acuteness. Even if they are infatuated with themselves, the pure and legitimate desire of the two always lacks the meaning of completely possessing the love couple itself. What is full of memories and fantasies is often the coexistence situation, the surrounding specific objects, and the local characteristics of the body or supplies.
Later, his mind was answered, but his worries could not be resolved. If the accessible present is borrowed, then the unreturned portion must be stolen from it desperately in order to pay off the debt that will be borne alone in the future. This kind of sadness mixed with ecstasy is also doomed from the beginning, because fear of the negative emotions experienced at the time of separation has ruled the lover's body and mind from the moment the fear arises. But they don't have any demands on their lovers themselves, who are bound to be the past perfect, and they are always vague when discussing the future.
Later, the overseas phone calls, the crackling fire, and the tears of the boy. In the silence, I thought that it would be better to hug for a longer time when saying goodbye to someone. As for questions that never get answered, don't ask any more, we already know the answer.
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