My Darling Molly,
I must admit when I received your letter, I was uncertain if I could return letters of my own but I realized it may help me sort my emotions along with the fact that I want to be able to make you smile with my words as you have done for me. You are correct in assuming that I was having a peaceful sleep; I haven't felt this happy in a long time. I suppose it is ironic considering all that has happened.
Thank you for allowing me to stay the night last weekend. I am glad you enjoyed the breakfast I had prepared for you. It was most amusing to see your surprise at the fact that, contrary to popular belief, I can cook. I woke up, disappointed in myself for not giving you a proper snogging the night before, but you caught me off guard that morning for taking it upon yourself to snog me first. I shall make you breakfast more often if that is my reward. You're probably calling me a 'cheeky bugger' right now.
Mycroft and I met with our parents; they know the truth now. Obviously it was hard on them and there was blame put on my big brother but I came to his defense. He did do his best, only merely taking over what Uncle Rudy had begun. I keep thinking that if I were in his position, would I have done things differently? And if so, how? I haven't quite figured that bit out, but it won't help the situation any, except that by imagining it, I understand the corner Mycroft was backed into. He has asked me to give you an uncharacteristically friendly 'hello' from him.
I realize this may not be the kind of letter you hope to receive but I want you to know everything about me. I want to know everything about you too; not deduce, but learn. With you, I would rather learn than deduce because that would mean you trust me enough to let me in; to want to let me in. And that means much more to me than being able to deduce everything. I hope you know how much I truly love you, Molly. I love you. I love you.
Yours truly,
Sherlock