Dear Bucky,

Where are you? It's been a week. Usually you'd respond by now.

Surprisingly, in that absence I've only been able to think about you. Though, I was asked on a date, which was a giant surprise. Of course, I declined. I told him I had a boyfriend, though he was away in the army. He gave me his number just in case I changed my mind.

I feel clingy, but I only have eyes for you now.

You ruined me, James Buchanan Barnes. You've broken me somehow.

And I don't want to be fixed.

Your truly,

Lara