For some inexplicable reason she was in love with him, or so she thought. My take? I thought it was crazy, period. Why a woman her age, with her looks, education, character, charm, career would fall for a guy with whom she has not met for the past two years and has only interacted with virtually? Cherry on top, the guy had stopped emailing her three months ago. Last couple of weeks she was around, we met a few times and she was totally sinking in man's instagram posts and she was telling me stories of how she thinks his photos are a response to hers. And I'm her best friend, it was ok to express her fantasies to me, but she wouldn't keep it that way, that was actually all she talked about in gatherings, parties with her iphone in one hand wine glass in other hand going around clumsily presenting his photos as proof of some weird statement like her beloved husband's opinion in between serious conversations. She was shattering herself in pieces. Those days her eyes did not look right to me, there was a certain fog mixed with pain and grin and melancholy. She seemed distant. I did not think she seems normal. Her head was floating in the air way above her body. You wouldn't believe me but once when we were out for lunch she showed me a folder of her photoshop crafts made up of hers and his photos stitched together side by side and below was the text of the email as she sent him. They were a total of sixty something files, I looked at a few of them, I thought they were presentable artworks and I also thought she definitely was crossing the reality boundaries by her imagination of what she wanted that relationship to look like and although it was art to me but it was reality to her and then, for the first time I thought her sanity might be at risk, so I took the liberty of reminding her whether she still checks in with her therapist and she got way too offended plus this was the last days and she was not feeling well because the guy had stopped posting photos (probably because he also had a life or something) and she took that as a message! She was stalking him on every single social media platform imaginable and not a trace of him, so she ended up at a psychic to seek consultation. All I know was that one night she called me and asked me to go to her place, I went in. It was around 8pm. She was packing. I asked her what the fuck she's doing and she said they are going to meet under the Sphinx! I said has he called she said no, but his last post is all about that message and the psychic has cracked open the code for her and she's headed to Egypt! What? I asked to see his last photo. It was a snapshot of a cat on a pedestal with its neck stretched all the way out as if in a yoga pose, the caption read: Giza. I did not say a word. I did not think. I just shed a few tears while helping her pack her suitcase, dropped her at airport for a 1am flight to Cairo and headed back home. I have not seen her or heard from her in three months now.