Somewhere between what she survived, and who she was becoming, was exactly where she was meant to be. She was starting to love the journey and find the comfort in the quiet corners of her wildest dreams. They say people don’t change…. Well, she wasn’t always this way. Even if she didn’t change the entire world, she would change her part of it. And she would affect the people she shared it with. A butterfly who’s wings have been touched, can indeed still fly. Whether something was meant to be, or meant to leave, didn’t matter as much anymore. She would soak up the sun, kiss the breeze, and she would fly regardless.