"Dear Bucky,

        There is something I always wanted to tell you, but until now, I didn't know how to put it. So, instead of saying the words, I'm going to write them in the journal that you gave me. I can't thank you enough for it, because it is the most thoughtful gift I've ever received in my entire life. I know you try so hard to give me a normal life, a life you remember from your past, and that it is hard for you to adjust to me and the way I see things. But you have to know by now that you, Bucky, you are enough. You're the gift the world offered me, hidden behind blood and violence, you were a gift that changed my life in so many ways.

        I never understood love until I met you, and you are the only person I've ever loved in my entire life. And you're the only person who ever loved me, a feeling I never thought I would understand until I laid eyes on you. At first I feared that maybe I loved you out of convenience, that the situation we were put in made the only logical end game to be that I'd fall in love with you. But I was so wrong; I have loved you for a long time, and I know that I will love you for so much time to come. It's not about how handsome you are, or how you were the first person to treat me like a human being, it was never about what you did, it was always about who you were. So much good veiled by so much violence. I don't write those words to make you feel bad, because you shouldn't. If that were the case, you know there is just as much blood on my hands.

         And that's why we work; the blood on our hands would terrify so many people. But not you, you never looked at me with hatred or fear, and I apologize for the few times I looked at you that way. Seeing the man I loved within the Winter Soldier was scary, I won't lie. But I knew you were in there, I always knew it. I looked inside your head once and saw a good man, and now here we are, living a life of almost-normalcy. Without you, I would still be in a cell at best. Without you, I would probably have been put down like a feral dog. That's all I ever was to HYDRA; a dog they never wanted. But you, Bucky, you always wanted something better for me and I know I'm safest by your side.

         A long time ago, you made me a promise to free me from HYDRA. I thought I was going to die there, locked in a cell, beaten to death, drugged to death, something. But the moment you said those words to me, I held on to them because my life depended on it. I never would have survived half of what I went through had I not held onto that promise; it ate away at me like a parasite for as long as I was coherent enough to understand and remember it. When we were in Washington and I regained my mind, I realized that I was free in that moment; but my freedom was not good enough. I needed yours; because without you, I had no one in the world. No one in the world looked at me the way you did; from the very start, you saw something in me that I did not even know was there. I can't thank you enough for revealing that part of me to... me.

        I've know for a long time where you keep your journals; I know you write the good, the bad and the ugly. I know you write about your past, our past, and our present. To know that you write down everything we do, every moment that rings out to you as worthy of putting down on paper, that alone reminds me I am worth more then HYDRA ever would admit. I was more than pathfinding, I was more than getting into peoples minds; I am more.

        I'm putting this letter into your backpack of journals not because I think one day we'll be separated and you'll need this as comfort, but because I don't need to reread it. I don't need to keep this to remind myself of everything, of how I feel. My ability allows me to never truly forget, and I truly hope that you and I do not see an end for a very, very long time. I am putting this among your journals because if something ever does happen, I need you to see this, I need you to read it and remind yourself over and over again. No matter what happens, I owe the life we have together to you.

       And since you made me a promise, I will make you one in return.

       I promise that I will love you for as long as there is air in my lungs, a beat in my heart. I will always see you for who you truly are. Even if you can't, I will.

      I love you, Bucky.

     Love, O."