Illicit.
he wanted her love.
it wasn't her's to give.
'O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.'
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Prologue
'Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too' -
Chapter One: The Long Goodbye
'You think I give myself to you? Not so my friend, you do not see my single purpose and intent - to make you give myself to me' -
Chapter Two: The Interval
'I am tired, beloved, of the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, and posting it' -
Chapter Three: The Dance
'We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.'