Molly, my darling,
I have read a few of the letters you wrote me during my absence. Your sincere words have caused an aching in my heart for how you felt over those years. At the time, I was unaware of how much you would miss me as well as the fact you had wished that Tom was me. I had thought you were truly happier with him when I returned. I wanted so desperately to show you how you made me feel that day in the stairwell, but I was scared of your rejection. I am sorry that I couldn't at least send you postcards during that time to let you know of my wellbeing; it would have been too dangerous.
I very much enjoyed dinner with you and my family. You are correct in assuming that Mycroft has always been fond of you. My parents adore you as well; I knew they would. How could they not? I adore you most of all. I was dreaming of you that night; of us. I was happy to wake up with your arms around me, though you already knew that. I hope you don't mind that my mum caught us snogging like teenagers.
I have good news. As you know, I visited Eurus again. We played together, communicating through music. She knows we are together. I didn't get that through playing, of course, but she noticed one of your fallen strands of hair on my shoulder. I promise you won't ever be harmed by her; not that you were in true danger at the time. I am thinking to visit a couple more times alone before readying her to see our parents.
We're having a proper funeral for Victor. I would be very thankful if you came with me. I need you. At times, I often find myself wondering how I would've turned out had I not rewritten my memories. Would I have been forever traumatized? Maybe I wouldn't have been so cruel. I have said so many horrible things in the past; even you said so yourself that Christmas I mucked everything up. I can't help but feel clueless as to why you continued to love me despite all of that. I feel unworthy of your heart and affection. What have I done to deserve your kindness? Whatever it may be, I want to thank you for loving me unconditionally.
For years, I have continually fought my inner demons and failed quite a few times. But you, Molly Hooper, are my angel. You illuminate my heart and guide me into the safety of your arms. With you, I am stronger; with me, you share the immense strength you possess within your soul. I have always admired you for that. You are teaching me that I was wrong about romantic entanglements all these years. It only makes you weak if you are with the wrong person. You have always been the right person for me, understanding me like no other.
Is it luck? Fate, perhaps? Or dare I say a blessing that you are in my life. Perhaps there is a mysterious deity of creation. How could there not be when someone as pure and full of light as you exists? This is not to say I believe in such things, but there is something divine about you.
With all my love,
Sherlock xxx
Author's Note: I really hope that I'm showing Sherlock's emotional growth well. What do y'all think?