“Yesterday, when we were packing, Julius asked me,"If you could rub Tulip out of your past life, would you do it?"And I had to shake my head. I can't regret the times we had together. Sometimes I worry I won't have times like that again, that there will be no lit nights, no incandescent days. But I know it's not true. There can be colour in a million ways. I know I'll find it on my own.”