Setting: TFA AU (Soon after Steve is thawed from the ice in 2011)

Dear (Y/N),

I am alive.

I don't know how; it seems impossible. You were the last person I had a conversation with before the plane crashed. You were the last voice I heard before I accepted my death. I feel as if I've just been pulled out of a nightmare.

I haven't looked for you, because I'm scared to. I'm scared that you're not even alive anymore. Everyone else I knew is dead. I hope you're not, too. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up. I didn't know where I was, but I knew where I wanted to be—wherever you were.

Unfortunately, that's not going to happen. Even if you are alive...I don't know if I could face you. I feel like I may disappoint you. Or maybe you won't even remember me. That scares me more than anything. It really does.

I'm going to give this letter to Nick Fury; I know you wouldn't know the name, but he's a friend. At least, I hope he is. If he gets it to you—if you are alive—write back. Please. Hearing from you would make everything better. I feel so alone. I feel so guilty for what happened to Bucky. I just need someone.

Oh, and I believe I owe you a dance.

Love,
Steve