September 6, 2010

Dear Natasha, 

That was a really short mission. I killed the terrorist, shot him right through the heart with an exploding arrow. I used an exploding arrow as revenge. Gabi was shot by him. She died instantly. When she hit the ground, I saw you. I see you everywhere now. Every girl that walks by me, I see you in them. The fact that we havent spoken since January is killing me. The last thing I said to you was, "Good luck partner." What if those are my last words to you? What if I never get to tell you how I really feel? 

I dont know how I am even living with myself. Living without you is living hell. I don't know how I did it before we met. I really don't. 

Have I become annoying yet Nat? Writing all these letters. I hope not. I hope I never become annoying. You could never become annoying to me. You are perfect. 

You seem to be doing ok lately. Nothing is changing. Everything is just staying the same. Hey, that's better than everything getting worse though right? 

All that matters is we are both still breathing. 

-Clint