Temperance,

There aren't enough words in any language that you know of that could properly express the things I'm about to say. You probably won't understand all of it anyways, and that's okay, but I need to let you know a few things.

I'm scared of most things. I do what's comfortable and make jokes in the face of discomfort to mask how I'm really feeling. It works most of the time, but sometimes, it's just not enough. I'm afraid I'm never doing anything right, I'm afraid that I can't make people as happy as they should be. Death alone scares me, and I work with it every day. I don't like thinking about the inevitability of ending up like the remains we look at, but I think about it more than I should.

Work is progressively getting harder. I want more beauty in my life. I strive to translate the beauty of a painting into real live. I live make life art, and art life. It's irrational, sure, but I love it. I love everything about it.

But most of all, I like that you're a part of it all.

I like that even though you don't get where I'm coming from 90% of the time (not an actual statistic), you still listen, and you don't leave. You stay when I ask you to, you speaking willingly and freely, and I appreciate it.

You're my best friend.

Even though you don't get out as much as I'd like you to, you do come out with me. You have drinks with me and talk about life. You let me help you write your books and finish off an entire bottle of expensive wine without a second thought. You try your best to respond when I say I'm upset, and even though sometimes your answers aren't very helpful, I just appreciate that you took the time out to care about me and think of me as a good person.

I would die for you.

I've been to jail for you already, and I'd do it all over again. I almost went to jail for you when you were on the run. I would help you with anything you asked. I would do anything for you, even the oddest of requests, like that time you basically asked me to hack a preschool computer for the sake of Christine. I loved it.

And I love you.

I love everything about you. You blunt way of speaking, your passion for you work, the way you never take the easy way out or give up. You are hands down the best person I've ever come to the good fortune of knowing. I love your blue eyes and perfect smile. I love your humor, even though we never laugh over the same things. I love that I'm generally the first person you come to for everything. I love that you hold me at such a high respect that you give me your undivided attention.

Remember a few years ago when my boyfriend Kirk died and you dropped everything just to come stay with me? You bent over backwards to figure out if it was him and when you did, you did everything to figure out who killed him. You held my hand while I cried about him to Booth. You were the strongest person in my life, my rock. You still are. Every time I'm second-guessing and I come to you, a light seems to just shine on my life, like nothing negative in the world no longer exists anymore because of you.

You are one of a kind. You heart is big and the amount of love and care you carry is unmatched.

I love you,
Angela