Dear Temperance,

To write a letter to whom I love the most I begin with a sonnet that my writing capabilities could never master:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

A sonnet that does indeed describe my thoughts for you in a way, unfortunately it fails to explain the intense love I have for you by listing such quirks and antics that I so adore of you. Please excuse my way of putting this I know that I will sound like Billy Crystal from 'When Harry Met Sally' not that you would have ever seen it. I love the way that you haven't seen it or any other classic movies that are essential to relate to the majority of our western world inhabitants. I love the fact that you know more about other cultures in some resort place of the world than the commonly known pop culture things of America. I love that you hate my male tendencies to act as if you are mine and I have possession over you, and I hate it because I want to protect you from everything in this world, I want to go back in time and protect you fro all those hurtful things that happened to you when you were younger but I know I can't so I offered you comfort. Slowly you allowed me into your little fort that was surrounded by walls higher than Jericho. After what seemed like forever but was in truth only three years we became so close that the only thing separating us was that of a physical quality, a few months later that was indeed joined and we became one. Closer than anything else in this world, closer than I thought ever imaginable, and yet I write to you today feeling as if I am a million light years from you. It seem that one thing about love, whether you believe what we have is just that or not, one thing about love is that if the two under the spell of love are not within a few inches of each other feel as if there is an eternity between them. I'm sure by now you cringing at the mushy, lameness of this letter as I am now even thinking about it but I just wanted to express my feeling towards you temperance Brennan so to finish it in the words I will just say; I love you.

Sincerely your husband, partner, one true love, best friend and so much more Booth.

May this conference finish soon so I can come home to you and become one once again.