“Perhaps it never went away.”

Was I speaking the truth? Or was the moment, tense and delicate as it was, making me say things I’d never quite admitted to myself and could still not wager were entirely true? “I don’t think it went away,” I repeated.

-Call Me by Your Name by Andre Aciman

It doesn’t always go away. The ache of absence, the yearning for the specificity of a person. For some of us it endures.