" 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. "

― Saffron A. Kent , The Unrequited