This meeting could have been an agonizingly slow flirtation, passing silent signals of desire through the narrow cracks afforded us by our stations – a glance, a twirl of a fan, a note sealed and given to a valet sworn to secrecy. This meeting could have been years of tortuous yearning fumbling towards a belated, abortive, singular attempt at a moment of passion before we were snatched away from one another forever.