Tomorrow when you tell people about me, tell them that a longtime back, on a foggy Parisian winter morning, you bumped into madness. Tell them that you met a girl who fell in love with you at the first sight. Tell them that I loved you as much as I loved words and poetry. Show them the prose I dedicated to you. Show them some pictures of us. Confess to them that my silly jokes sometimes made you laugh. Tell them that I always smiled bashfully before and after kissing. Tell them that you loved holding hands while walking, and trying to squeeze me inside your giant hoody jacket. Tell them that we were not meant to be together but you loved every bit of my presence in your life.
Just tell them this much.