Dear Nala:

We're getting close to 10 AM right now... Our recent routine had you coming in and saying good morning at almost exactly 10 AM every morning.  I'd look forward to that moment so much.  In fact, I'd be looking at the clock, eagerly waiting for it.  If some of the physics videos I've been watching have any truth to them, I might have even been inadvertently making time move slower, causing you to not get to be as soon as I wanted.

When you'd come in, you'd sometimes just walk in, and other times, you'd peek your beautiful face around the doorway to see if I was paying attention.  Of course I was, and then you'd come in.  No matter what I was doing, it would immediately stop.  Time would stand still for me for as long as you wanted to say good morning to me.  

Your smile would brighten the rest of the day and night, as I kissed you, hugged you, held you, and told you, "good morning, beautiful."  Those would always be the first words I'd say to you.  Every day...  

Once we allowed time to move again, you'd go on about your day, and me with mine.  That is, until we'd do it again at any point of the day, especially around lunch time.  

If you didn't come to me for some reason, I'd go to you.  

I miss all of these seemingly routine, meaningless moments.  Those are all of the moments that make me cry everyday.  I miss you so fucking much.  I love you so much.  I love loving you so much.  

Sincerely, 

Your Simba. Always.