My dearest William,

You truly know how to make me feel celebrated. A candlelit (actually, a Bunsen burner) dinner from the comfort of our own flat was a most welcome surprise. That, and the fact you actually cooked for me. It was delicious, thank you. You then drew me a warm bubble bath and sat beside the tub, holding my hand, until I told you to get your arse in the water with me. I felt like a child whilst we played with the bubbles, attempting to cover each other with them (well, amongst the snogging). Afterwards, wrapped up in only our towels, you put on my vinyl of Ed Sheeran and began dancing with me. Eventually, our towels fell off and we danced just as we were, connecting with an intimacy I never felt before. It was everything, my love. We made love in front of the warm fire, in which the flames were not the only thing burning and glowing. I loved you all these years, I love you now and I'll love you always.

Your heart is beautiful. You no longer hold anything back and you give it your all. The full extent of your love is pure and full of passion. To read the words you wrote, saying you are uninterested in taking a logical approach to our relationship, opened my eyes a bit as it is very unlike you. It is a good thing, though. Love isn't rational or a simple equation; I believe it is the closest thing we have to real magic. Oh, my Sherlock, to grow old with you will be the best adventure of my life.

It has been a full three days since John & I pulled those pranks. Most of the hair dye has been washed out. Sorry about that; it was his idea, not mine, but I'm glad you weren't upset over it. In other news, I was performing an autopsy today and Greg had told me they captured the killer (without you, may I add). Well, the man they had in custody was found dead in his cell. He was hanged; obviously staged to cover up the fact someone else had murdered him. I think you should take the case. It is most peculiar. I'd love to write more, but unfortunately, I have something called responsibilities. This paperwork isn't going to do itself.

With all my love,

Molly xxx

p.s. the next time you visit Eurus, I was wondering if it would be safe enough for me to go with you.