Because for that day, I really did become Lulu. Maybe not from the film or the real Louise Brooks, but my own idea of what Lulu represented. Freedom. Daring. Adventure. Saying yes.

You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

It takes certain kind of naiveté, or perhaps just stupidity, to know things will end and still hope otherwise.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.