An exerpt from the short story Byndley, by Patricia A. McKillip;

"I stole it," he said abruptly, for keeping secrets from her seemed pointless, "from the Queen of Faerie. It was something she loved; her husband had his sorcerer make it for her. I took it partly to hurt her, because she stole me out of my world and made me love her and she did not love me, and partly because it was very beautiful, and partly so that I could show it to others, as proof that I had been in the realm of Faerie and found my way back to this world. I took it out of anger and jealousy, wounded pride and arrogance. And out of love, most certainly out of love. I wanted to remember that once I had been in that secret, gorgeous country just beyond imagination, and to possess in this drab world a tiny part of that one."
"All that," she said wonderingly.
""I was that young," he sighed. "Such things are so complex then."
Absolutely love that short story and I highly recommend purchasing the anthology that it is published in; Firebirds.