|Hanna, My muse|
|Last Paskuhan we shared (2011)|
It's hard not to get dramatic when I write about things or people I love, I can't help it. It's wiser not to talk about it actually, for these things are like open wounds you let out for all the world to see; easy targets that could lead to your own eventual demise. In the wrong hands, these can be used as weapons against you. Thankfully, I don't have enough words (or the capacity to form coherent sentences any more than this paragraph) to put me in such a vulnerable position. Hanna is this special to me. More than anything, I wish you strength and courage. And may you have only warm thoughts during your cold nights. Happy birthday!