Before you leave, please know this; I'd rather be the girl whose name dies at your lips every time you try to speak of me, than a girl you tell stories about at partiea. What I'm saying is this, darling. I'd rather be your absinthe, than your cup of tea.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. We may go there through our imaginations and the written word.