"I love swimming."
"I know," I said.
"I love swimming," he said again. He was quiet for a little while. And then he said, "I love swimming-and you."
I didn't say anything.
"Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most."
This was what was wrong with me. All this time I had been trying to figure out the secrets of the universe, the secrets of my own body, of my own heart. All of the answers had always been so close and yet I had always fought them without even knowing it.