Dear Nala:

I was making breakfast for my daughter this morning.  I wanted to be sure she was well fed and felt good this morning because she begins a bunch of tests this week.  So I made her my family's spam fried rice.  

I couldn't help but think about you the entire time of course.  How much you would have enjoyed doing that instead of me, for one.  But also, how much fun we had at the cutting board.  Neither one of us were allowed to get hurt.  We'd be in trouble if we did.  And we would often pretend to accidentally cut ourselves at the cutting board, just to see if the other person noticed.  It was kind of like our beacon to get some attention from one another.  Not that we needed it.  

I miss the fake, "Ouch!" you would sound out.  I miss the look in your eye when I'd come into the kitchen to see if you were okay.  I miss that smirk you'd have on your face.  I miss smacking you in the ass for scaring me.  I miss then hugging and kissing on you after, because I couldn't help myself.  I miss smelling your hair while I did that.

I miss you so fucking much honey.  I need so badly to be with you again.  My entire world is turned upside down.  

I hope that you know that I love you, and how much I love you.  I hope that I showed you enough every day.  I hope that you forgive me for not being able to save you the one time you really truly needed me.  It kills me to think that you might have felt unloved or alone for a single second.  

I love you so much honey.  Your Simba is all alone now, wishing more than anything he can be with you again.

With all of my heart,

Love, your Simba.