Thomas,
Id like me to say - the sort of things Ive forgotten. The way you were a sliver of moon upon the Seasont mind.
If I came to Downton, do you suppose I could catch you in one of its illustrious halls all alone? To press you into the wall and take you in my hand without anyone to catch us? Your lovely mouth would open, but only for sighs because theres the least you could do for your far-off lover.
