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.
we were just stars at the edges of neighboring galaxies, just about to collide but passed by each other never touching, yet feeling the stardust in each others’ wake. ~ Nikita Gill (We almost collided. Almost.
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.