... She was feeling herself again.
Like a kitten being reintroduced to its house after the owner sent it away for vacation,
She felt her happiness poking around the corners,
Trying to catch a smell that could help it remember,
What it was like to inhabit this place, Her.
She sat there letting the feeling wash over her,
Knowing full well that it might abandon her again,
When she lets her heart make decision instead of her brain.
She has gone through this before.
Even when all hope seemed lost,
She has always found a way to stay afloat,
Like an wooden log floating aimlessly from the river to the sea, to the ocean.
She had always reinvented herself.
Sometimes in a new place,
Sometimes a new country.
Or even in a new continent.
And maybe, just maybe this is why the Cupid kept missing her.