I should be doing Calculus but I took a few minutes to write this instead. Sue me.

Hey, Fitz.

We've got a plan, Will and I. We're going to try to get home, but this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I was wrong before; it wasn't realizing I had to break S.H.I.E.L.D. regulations and leave the only place I knew you could find me, or surviving the first few weeks here - it's giving you up. You're the reason I've lasted so long here, Fitz. Being able to talk to you and tell you how I feel and touch your face...in a roundabout way, at least. I've watched the birthday video you made for me while I was at HYDRA at least a hundred times, wished I was with you all so much. Wished I was with you.

I shouldn't even be making this entry; we'll need all the battery power we can get. I know I have to put my all into this for it to have a chance of working - but I can't help but ask myself why my all has to include my last connection to you. What if we're stuck here forever, and I forget what your face looks like? The sound of your voice, your laugh? Our laughs together?

I'll do it, Fitz, because I know you'd want me to. I have to try to find you while you try to find me and hopefully maybe someday we'll meet in the middle and you'll be able to pull me back home. But if it doesn't work...I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't say it now.

All my love from wherever I am.

Goodbye, Leopold Fitz.