“I never felt that I loved you until we parted ways, so I tried so hard to reach you and tell you that.
It's the least I can do for you, but since you've gone away
I can no longer know which path will lead me to you.
I decided to write you this letter, and put my picture on it.
Even if you see it on a library shelf, you know that this book is yours and you read it.
By the way, look at who is standing in the picture behind me.
It is your mischievous ghost that has not left me for a moment in your absence.
“Look how handsome and elegant he is, standing behind my right shoulder.”
From the novel The City of Love Is Not Inhabited by the Sane