a Year. Simultaneously been so short and quick, while also being so long since we had to say goodbye. Mulan, I really, really miss you. Miss your quiet, unassuming presence. I miss you where you spent most of your day, here next to me, sleeping in your little bed.

Sometimes having a small dream or two. I miss you when I'm lying down, reading. Miss the quiet reassurance that you're still there, that you're not going anywhere.