Message to a friend:

Picture a flower blooming from the frosted clutches of winter; a golden sunrise breaking through the clouds of a new morning; and a cold wind rushing past you, playing with the tiniest strands of your hair - a ghost of a kiss upon flushed cheeks. Chans is one of the best friends I could ever ask for - the ball of sunshine and the life of the party, she has an overall energy and warmth to be reckoned with.

She's helped through a bunch of my darkest nights, staying with me, reassuring me of the daybreak that will come to greet me - that the night will pass, the cold will pass, and that my hands would once again know of heat they were once so used to.

She's the bloom of flowers after a cold bout of loss - a spring that comes with the cold, telling you it'll all be okay, that you'll be okay, and that she'd stay with you until every flower blooms to become the beauty you'd be.

She's books in a hot summer day and exhausting dances that leave you with a smile. She's the calm and the serene, but also the loud and optimistic - teasing you, laughing, and supporting you.