YOU KNOW HOW IT IS. You pick up a book,
flip to the dedication, and find that, once again, the
author has dedicated a book to someone else and
not to you.
Not this time.
Because we haven't yet met/have only a glanc-
ing acquaintance/are just crazy about each other/
haven't seen each other in much too long/are in
some way related/will never meet, but will, I trust,
despite that, always think fondly of each other. . . .
This one's for you.
With you know what, and you probably know why.