“He saw before him the beautiful impossibility of it all, league upon league of impossibility stretching between them. It was ruthless folly; it was the sorrow of a thing before it could begin; it was a new circle of torment; it was a delicious wound. What joy seamed by misery. What pleasure fraught with pain.
It hadn't been love at first sight, but at last sight -- gods, at last sight--
Far above, the moon hung like a promise.”
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Brigitte Knightley,
The Irresistible Urge to Fall For Your Enemy