Quote by Saffron A. Kent
““Agony. Fire. Passion. Loneliness. Destroyed. Crumble. Burn. Sleepless. The letters are straight and clear, severe, like Thomas, but there is an extra swirl in his esses, making them playful, somewhat soft. I want to keep touching them, want to lick them. Then all at once, my heart stops beating. Unrequited.””
