“All I want to do is travel home
with you. No drink, no food, no
nothing. I know you have to study,
and get some sleep. I’ll take you
to your house and then say
goodnight. Otherwise it’s too long
You remember that after I had dinner at your house, you told me you loved me? Well, I didn’t really know what to say. But I know what to say now. I have thought about you, and I like you. And I like being with you. And… maybe I feel the same way.
You’ll feel so homesick that you’ll want to die, and there’s nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won’t kill you. And one day the sun will come out - you might not even notice straight away, it’ll be that faint. And then you’ll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who’s only yours. And you’ll realise… that this is where your life is.
— Brooklyn (2015) dir. John Crowley