Teardrops and Tequila

Dedication

You know how it is. You pick open up a book, flip to the dedication, and find that once again, the author has dedicated a book to someone else and not you.

Not this time.

Because we haven't yet met/have only a glancing 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.