Dedication
For you,
who appear even when you’re no longer here.
For you, who star in my invented worlds because in this one we could not be.
I love you in every universe I write, I find you in every line that whispers your name without saying it,
and I hold you—if only with ink—in every happy ending we never had.
This book, like all of mine,
is a bridge between my love and your absence.
Because if I cannot live this story with you,
at least I can write it.
I turned you into art because I couldn’t have you in my life.
And even if the world never knows who you are,
I do.
And that is enough.
