Returning to someone you left

You don't know how she was found, but she'd always been there.

You first met her in December of 2012, when she was drowning in her pain. She was always putting up a brave front, you couldn't see what was wrong.

She struggled whenever you tried to embrace her, even though all you wanted was to rid of the pain for her. She always ran whenever she heard you coming, afraid you'd pick her up, because she knew you'd leave like everyone else.

Eventually you got her familiarised with you; you started knowing what she liked to eat or do, how she felt without her saying anything. She stopped struggling whenever you kissed her on her head. She grew attached to you and could not go very long without you.

Everyday she waited for you to come home, wanting you to embrace her like you always did at the start. You loved her so, always feeling warm with her around. Sometimes she'd run around crazy, or hyper, destroying whatever came her way, until she'd collapse of lethargy. All she wanted was your attention, even if she couldn't show it properly.

You stayed by her side for a year, until that day in January when you decided to leave, to go back where you came from. To go back to the person you were before you met her, before you reached out to her, before you loved her.

Today, you continue missing her. You find yourself still thinking of her, missing her, six months after you abandoned her. A part of you regret the decision of going back to the life before her, and yet you know you need to have this new start.

You meet her again after half a year; there she is, as usual, waiting patiently for you to come home.

She stares at you in awe as you approach her, that longing in you to sweep her off her feet like you used to everyday. You embrace her, and she allows it, and she looks up at you with those hopeful eyes. She doesn't look one bit mad at you for abandoning her; she looks like all she cares about is the fact that she's right there in your arms.

You talk to her like you always did, and she listens like she always did. She watches you eat as you both sit underneath the little things she finds fascinating; occasionally smiling in a purr when you wrap an arm around her.

You stare at her while she laughs with her eyes, and you tell her how much you missed her. You stroke her fur and rub her belly, laughing at how she loves it and you tell her how she's always been the most beautiful cat you've ever met.

Anis, my babygirl from Paya Lebar; remembering how I first loved her when she was going through her operation in December 2012, how she'd come into my room whenever I came home, how I'd left her in January this year, two days after my break-up, going back to Pasir Ris and missing her every single day.

Even today I can't go back to her forever; Pasir Ris is my home too, and I can't be with her everyday. In a way, I've to let go of her. I hope she understands that I can't be hers alone; though, rest assured I may meet other cats out on the street but she will always be the one I love most.

-This post has a metaphor which only the wind might understand. Haha.