Dear Greg,
I don't know…I don't know what on the reason for which I loved you. After all
Maybe, I was impressed by you intelligence, when I met you in the University, or by you scruffy look. Lonesome, reserve but a brilliant sarcastic humour, sparkling, funny.
You know? I don't understand why you studied to be a doctor. You are misanthropists, and yet, you heal people, even after death. That is what most attracted me to you, I was struck by the fact despite being so lazy about some things you never stop trying to get the perfect result, the response, when you were a student and also now. I think that I when I said I was too impatient to wait for a answer, more than you, if I dare say it.
What impressed me most was the fact that you wished to be with me, when you said to me you wanted to spend the rest of your life, what your leg allowed you, with me. Dr. House, sex symbol of the hospital with more women behind you that anyone imagined, you chose me.
That's the reason why I love you even more.
Signed:
James E. Wilson