She breathes

She reads those words, over and over, as it reminds her of the times, the sweetness in some, the bitterness in others, a mix bag of spices, a taste so good, so mysterious that no one could get the exact ingredient, she reckons.

She smiles silly, she daydreams. She yearns. She feels. She keeps busy. She waits. She frowns. She sulks. She sighs. She acts. She chats. She describes. She writes. She reads. She imagines. She hopes. She portrays. She confuses. She understands. She scares. She fears. She tries. She opens. She stares. She hears. She breathes.