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Dear Booth,
I do not have much time to write. The dig is progressing better than our expectations and my days are filled with charting and examinations and writing. Booth, this opportunity is phenomenal. As much as I dreaded being apart from you, I am convinced that this is where I need to be right now. I wish you could see what we're doing, but I know you would not understand. You will simply have to trust me that this discovery will change the course of science and history.
Despite how occupied my work keeps me, I check the newspapers every day for news on the troops. I know it is unlikely that there will be information about you specifically since you are only training, but reading about what is happening where you are still helps me to remain calm. It may be a delusion, but I feel that if there is no news of you in the paper then that at least means you are safe. Please be safe, Booth.
That leads me to my reason for writing. I have been thinking about our last conversation in the airport and the question that you gave me to think about. You insisted that there was a difference between me wanting you to come back to me and wanting you to come back for me. I have to confess that most of the last four months I have only been able to come to the conclusion that the question is one I'll never be able to figure out without your help in explaining the nuances of language.
Recently though, I have befriended Daisy. She has provided a consistent, if slightly frustrating, presence here and I find that I am not always as irritated by her as I previously was. Her passion for anthropology is something we can bond over as well. In a weak moment I presented the question to her and she seemed to understand immediately. She says that you're asking me if I just want you to come back safely because I wouldn't want you to get hurt and because I want to work with you again on a professional level. Or if I want you to come back for me, personally and intimately.
If that is your question, Booth, then I think you must already know the answer. I know that I am not very good at expressing myself, but I would hope that you know that it has always been personal between us. I want you to come back safely because I don't ever want to discover what my life would be without you. You are the one person in my life who has never let me down, who understands me completely, who supports me consistently, who guides me flawlessly.
That thought scares me. It scared me so much that it made it all that much easier to decide to come on this trip. I thought that perhaps time apart from you would help to ease the strength of what I feel for you. But it hasn't, Booth.
Which leads me to my question for you. Have you figured out what I was telling you at the airport?
I miss you and think of you very often. Are you well? Are you succeeding in your training exercise? I wish that I could observe your work there. I'm sure it is a fascinating study in human interactions.
I look forward to hearing from you. I have missed our talks very much.
- Bones
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Bones,
I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write to you. Being in the middle of a war zone isn't really a guarantee that things like getting mail in and out will be a priority. I only just got your letter yesterday and it kills me to know you wrote it two months ago and you've just been waiting for me to answer. We haven't been able to get mail in or out since I got here.
I'm fine. My work keeps me behind the lines, away from the worst of the action. We occasionally have some bombing and we had one attempt at an infiltration, but we're prepared Bones. We're good at what we do. Try not to worry too much. You've got a universe-changing dig thingy to focus on!
I'm so proud of you. You may not find much about me in the papers, but there's plenty about you. I read every article about the work you're doing and I even clipped the picture of you bending over your work table. Oh, and the one of you and some other guy holding up one of your finds. They're here in the barracks, and all the guys agree that you're beautiful, by the way. I'm thinking of hiding the pictures for my eyes only actually. You're going to find something amazing, Bones. I know you will. You always do.
I'm glad you figured out my question, even if you did cheat and ask Daisy. (I'm teasing, Bones, relax) But I'm even more glad of what your answer was. You're right. It's always been personal. From the moment I saw you its been personal. I'm coming back for you. Always for you. I don't want a life without you in it either.
I realized what you were telling me at the airport about ten minutes after your plane took off and I've spent the last six months hardly daring to believe that you actually meant what I thought you did. I remember that night. Max had come over and he was angry because you didn't have an alarm system in your apartment. He spent half an hour lecturing you about it and giving you all this information on the best alarm systems. You were so aggravated by the end of it that I had to keep my arm around you so that I could squeeze your shoulder every time you started to react. He finally left and you asked me what gave him the right to act that way so I spent the thirty minutes explaining why giving excessive advice shows someone that you love them.
Is that really what you wanted me to know? That you love me? How do you love me, Bones? Like you love Russ or Angela? Or like I love you?
Don't act so surprised. You know it's still true. I love you more this minute than I did the first time I told you. I won't lie. I hoped that the distance would ease the feeling too because I didn't think you returned them. But now… I need to know, Bones. What does this mean for us?
I miss you every day. But we're half-way through. In six months I'll meet you by the coffee cart and we'll pick up where we left off. Everything will be the same and everything will be different. I can't wait to see you.
I have to go to sleep now. We have an early morning. I can't promise that I'll get your next letter, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't write one if you can. I love you, Bones. Always.
Still Yours,
Booth
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