Dear Bucky,

I fear my time is running out quicker than I thought it would. With each passing day, my strength lessens. I would apologise for my selfishness in keeping this from you, but I know at this point they would be empty. So, let me apologize for wasting so much of our precious time.

The truth of the matter is that I was scared. The kiss on the dock that night was so much more than I had ever expected from anyone and it felt like it meant so much more than a kiss, that I was scared of what it meant.

And then I found out my diagnosis, and it solidified my decision.

I'm so sorry, Bucky. I think I may have loved you. I think I still do.

I hope you'll find it in you one day to forgive me.

With all my heart,

Evie

**This letter was lost in transit**