Dear Diary,
Okay this is really cliché, I know. Oh well, not like there's much I can do about how I feel. Anyway, here I go.
Last week, you know, when Bucky slept over... I couldn't sleep at all. All I could do was lay there and watch him - oh God, that sounds creepy. Not like that! It was just kind of... oh, so don't know. Damn it.
What I'm trying to say is that I really was distracted. Him laying in such close proximity made me feel so warm. I felt like it was nearly unbearable to lay so close without baking allowed to do anything seeing how he was asleep.
And that feeling.
I don't even know how to begin my explanation of that. It's something insane and I feel crazy just thinking about it. I said it once before, back in December of 1931.
Back in those days I didn't even really know half the things I was saying or thinking.
Now though? Gosh golly, I don't know. I think... no. I can't. Well actually... no, no. Ugh, yes. I do... I think.
I don't even know anymore.
I think... I think I love him.
God, I sound insane.
~ S. Rogers
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