I had known her mere months and yet already she was one of my favourite people. She was hilarious and wonderfully easy to talk to. She was effortlessly friendly and our passions collided with an explosion of dreams and colour. It was never necessary to explain my thoughts to her, and no matter what my mood was she always managed to coerce me into happiness. She was rare, a special kind of friend. I loved her for it, and the spaces between the last goodbye and the next hello were never short enough.
