Dear West,
It's funny how you can take something for granted and suddenly… one day… you wake up to find that it's gone. In fact, it's funny how you can take two things for granted and they disappear on the same day. Take yourself, for example. I've always assumed that you'd be there – whether to listen eagerly to my tales of awesome adventures, or to comfort me after a failed invasion – but now you're gone. I mean, you're not dead, but you're just… not with me, you know?
So sometimes I wake up and I really miss you. I mean really miss you. Like, I just want to see your face again, you know?
Maybe we should all just not take things for granted. Appreciate all the good things in life, like family, your country, or… your heartbeat.
Sincerely,
Prussia
P.S. Those wet spots on the paper are from the glass of water I was drinking.
