Dearest Sherlock,
This will be the first of many letters I will write you as we embark on this journey of growing together. I wonder why nobody writes letters anymore. It is a lost art. The romanticism behind it is why I've always been drawn to it. My dad used to joke that I was born in the wrong era, but perhaps I am just an old soul. I see that in you too. I believe you're an old soul as well. You seem so young most of the time, but there are moments that I see your eyes full of wisdom. Sometimes, there is an older sparkle to them.
It has only been a week since the events of Sherrinford and I know you are still struggling to grasp at every revelation made that night but I want you to know—I need you to know that I will always be here for you when you need me. You've been afraid of losing me; once when I was engaged and recently with that phone call. There is no need to fear this, my love. I promise you, no matter what comes our way, you will never lose me.
On a lighter note, I had fun with you tonight. Our first date will be absolutely unforgettable; getting completely soaked by the heavy downpour of rain and walking into Angelo's as if we had been washed ashore. You fabricated a silly story that we were pirates to Angelo and you introduced me as the love of your life. It was so good to hear you laugh. I love the way your eyes crinkle at the corners. For a whole evening, you were carefree and we were enjoying our meal together, reminiscing about past cases and shared moments filled with inside jokes. I would do anything to make you smile like that at least once a day.
We had gone back to my flat, still soaked to the bone and you laughed at me for blowdrying my flats. I don't know why I feel the need to recap our night together; your memory is even better than my own. All I know is that you're surprisingly fast asleep on my sofa as I write this and I've never seen you look more peaceful in all the years I've known you. I hope you're having good dreams.
With all my love,
Molly xxx