Her name is Hannah. We first met through church many years ago. Our friendship blossomed over late night instant messenger rambles. We are both night-owls. Night can be a lonely place. Your mind wanders through the quiet and unsettling spaces that you were too busy to take notice during the day. Whenever I find myself in one of these nights, I would send her a little greeting. More often than not, she would be there on the other end, and I would start trying to sort out my tangled up thoughts by organizing them into words. I can always count on her for understanding and advise.
Here she is, smiling bright as ever next to the man she loves. I wish them happiness.