The story of a little lion

My story begings like every story with once upon a time.

So, once upon a time when my life kept a simply line I met him, this little baby lion. It was a moment when I needed a friend and so was for the little being. It was a begining of a beautiful friendship. As days went by this connection became stronger and stronger, and the little lion bigger and I evolving from a child to an adult. We learnt from each other so many and those experiences we've been through ... well it seemed all like a life time.
But, because every story has a but, one day when this friendship felt like was going to last forever, in this happy line of love and understanding, I saw something. I saw a different light in the lion's eyes, a light of melancoly, of something he missed. And this state continued day after day, after day and evolved like an illness. As much as I tried to help him there was always this something between this world, my world, and his world. I then understood: I cannont keep him like a bird in a cage. He is a free being that belongs to a different world than mine. And if I do care about his happiness I must let him go free to the jungle he belongs.
It hurted me and it still hurts but I knew back then as I know it now that it was the best choice for everyone. I miss my friend very very much I do hope that one day we will meet again knowing that we haven't lost the most important thing: our souls, our friendshp, ourselves. I look forward for that day to come, when smiling I'll hugh you my dearest friend. So long and please take good care of you.

Love,
The friend from the city jungle