I haven't spoken a word to you since you stormed out of my house. But, I haven't been able to think about myself in the same manner since I've been with you. I feel like part of me will always be your little lion cub, and I will always wonder what could've been between us. You opened up a side of me that I wasn't aware I had, and I never properly thanked you for that. So if you see this, Thank You. Please don't just read it and let it go. I know our paths will probably cross again one day, and who knows, maybe I'll be lucky enough to be someone's cub again, probably not yours, but part of me really hopes so. Is that so wrong?