Dear Nala:

I love you the mostest.  I really really do.  And I miss you dearly.

Remember when we used to do something "bad" and you or I would chase the other around the house?  It was mostly you doing the chasing, because you never were bad.  Only me.  Except for the times that you'd pretend to cut yourself while cooking.  You knew that you weren't allowed to hurt yourself.  Nala's aren't allowed to be hurt.  

I miss you chasing me...  I miss pretending you caught up to me, only to slip away yet again, like some childhood cartoon.  I miss finally letting you catch me.  You'd tickle me because you knew it was an instant punishment.  And I miss pretending that it was painful to be tickled.  You never once fell for it, but it never stopped me from continuing to try.

I wish you'd chase me just once more.  Tell me you're okay.  Tickle me for as long as you want.  Simba's aren't allowed to be hurt either.  Remember?  I'm hurting so badly without you.

Please know that I love you more than everything else in the world and I miss you so much it literally hurts.  

Yours always,

Simba