Dear Nala:

Yesterday was two months since you've left us all... Two months since you last opened your eyes.  Two months since the light from the sun lit up your beautiful face and body.  Two months since you and I last touched and said our I love you's.  The last time we locked our eyes together.  The last time I was allowed to do something for you.  You asked me to go to the store and get you Vitamin Water, and then asked me for water with lemon.  You never asked me for anything, ever.  I was so excited to do something for you.  

I couldn't sleep at all last night.  At best, I might have gotten a whole 3 hours of sleep.  I just laid there, thinking about you.  Pleading with you to talk to me, give me a sign, or come to me in my dreams.  Anything.  Sadly, still nothing.  You're just gone.  The person I loved the most in life and that finally made me feel like a whole person... gone without a goodbye.  

Everyday continues to hurt more than the last.  Though, there are longer periods between cries, and I'm able to hide the crying much better than before.  The moments in between are simply a long, numb, and yet stinging period of wait.  Every day feels like a week.  The most horrible week of my life.

I miss getting up in the morning and you looking at me with your bright eyes, loving smile, and your smart-ass statements.  You'd look at me, run your fingers through my hair, and say, "Cutie curls."  This, after I had done my morning ritual of looking at you, rubbing you, running my hand through your beautiful long hair, staring into your eyes, gently cupping your cheek, then saying, "Good morning, beautiful. I love you."  I made it a point to tell you every morning.  

Everything that I was, you took with you.  I can't wait to feel that way again.  See you again.  Be with you again.  Feel full again.  I never knew just how empty my life was before you, until you left.  I love you so fucking much.  So much that it literally hurts.  

I was once asked by an ex's mother how much I loved her daughter.  She said, "Do you love her to death?"  I thought she was crazy for using such a phrase.  Who would say such a thing?  It sounded like something a couple of children would say.  I thought it was such a silly thing to even consider.  That is, until we found each other.  I did love you that much and more, and I still do.  I am at least thankful that we found that in each other.  No matter how short our time together was.

I miss your voice.  Your smile. Your eyes.  Your hair.  I miss brushing your hair and rubbing your feet.  I miss everything so much.  

Please come to me baby.  Your Simba is forever injured, waiting to be pounced on...

Yours forever with all of the love in my heart and soul,

Your Simba