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.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun