October 16, 2010

Dear Natasha,

Its October now. October was always your least favorite month. How ironic would it be if you woke up now, in your least favorite month? Please do. 

Phil met a girl a couple days ago. He thinks she is the one. That's what I think of you. When he was describing how perfect she was, I was thinking of you. When someone described their boyfriend to you, did you think of me? 

The doctor's have been keeping an extra close eye on you lately. They think your going to go any day now. Thats not true though. Your not going to go any day now, or any day after that. Your going to wake up. You really are. 

Fury thinks he finally found me the perfect partner! I have yet to meet her or him though. The person still has to accept the job. I don't want them to accept. I want to wait for you to come back and accept it. I want you to take the job as my partner again. 

I've been in an extra bad mood lately. Just the fact that its been almost 10 months since we've spoken is killing me. You're going to kill me Nat. You're going to be the death of me. 

I hope I dont die before you wake up. 

-Clint