And one day, the world will know you. Maybe not in name, but in the manner of how you had been in my eyes -- through the way I wrote about the kind of love I thought I had.
For there will come a day when they will read what I wrote, and they probably will ask, "Who is this, who broke your heart?", or maybe wonder who gave me a lot of things to write about -- the secret joys and the heartbreaks, even the way I felt when things ended, or how I struggled to put myself back together. And there were plenty of things I couldn't say out loud, but my thoughts found solace in writing them out.
This is how it is, at least in my eyes.
And one day, they will know you, through the love I wrote about.