Letters for the Loved and Lost

A King

My King,
It's been so long since you died, and I miss you. I wish you had stayed with me longer, but I'm sure we'll find each other again. The days of mourning are done, but it's hard to move on.
I am so very proud of what you accomplished in your life. You were so proud, such a prominent figure in my life. You did so many good things, even if you didn't see it. You always tried your best to do what was right for your people, for your family and friends, for me. You were selfless.
Sometimes I wanted to stab you, though. Despite all the good you've done and how much you made me laugh, you could be such a dick. A pigheaded, stubborn, moping asshole. You never took care of yourself either, which made for bad morning breath and hearing your stomach growl and you smelling like a walking carcass. I remember yelling so often, which isn't proper etiquette, but you just waved it off. "I'll do it later." I'll do it later? Are you serious?
Honestly it's no wonder you took sick. You died of such a simple thing, but you never took care of yourself so it took you so quick. I mourned you, but I was also thinking along the lines of you fucking dumbass.
But I did love you. God, I loved you. Despite your stubborness, despite your greedy nature, I loved you. Because you always meant well, despite your flaws. I loved our life together, and I loved to take care of you when you didn't take care of yourself. You always listened to me when I cried. I love you, my arrogant king.
With love,
Your Queen