It's funny how associations change over a period of time. Take the letter L for example. When I was a kid, L was for lion. Then, when I first became infatuated, L was for love. Teenage can be as magical as it was cruel.
Later, when the philosopher in me started expressing herself, L was for life. When I was depressed, L was low. Now, as I lie down thinking about my life, love and my lows, I realized that right now, L was Laika.
Perhaps in living with her, despite the lows and the lies, I feel so alive and loved and that way all the Ls come together thanks to my lioness. :)