Molly, my darling,
I apologize for how long it has been since I last wrote…a month to be exact. Between spending quality time with you and my family along with several cases, it has been hectic. Thank you for being there at the funeral with me. Your presence calmed me throughout the ordeal.
We've been together for nearly two months and it's been wonderful. Your words in your last letter have helped me immensely and I read them every time I begin to feel undeserving. You are right. We are only human and I've been learning to forgive myself for my past mistakes. It feels…freeing. Sometimes, when I need to, I repeat your words in my head like a mantra: 'you are good, you are worthy and you are love.' It's your voice that says them in my mind palace. You inspire me, Molly Hooper. Thank you for sharing my troubles and my joy as I will always share yours with you.
I enjoyed our time together last night. The shepherd's pie was excellent as were your freshly baked ginger nuts. I believe I like yours best. I was surprised to find out you are quite the skilled dancer; ballet classes from age five to sixteen. I enjoyed holding you in my arms as we moved like one to your impressive classics playlist. We share a common love of old crooners and jazz singers such as Sinatra, Billie Holiday, and Ella Fitzgerald. I also loved your selection of Glenn Miller. Speaking of dancing, did I ever tell you that I wanted to dance with you at John and Mary's wedding? I wish I would have. You were so radiant and your smiles were meant only for me that day despite that sod of a fiancé of yours. Sorry, that was rude, but I relished those smiles.
Thank you for being patient with me, Molly, you've been so considerate. I assure you, sweetheart, I do feel very safe with you; more than with anyone else. So much that I would like to bring this up in my letter. I feel frustrated in that I cannot seem to express my love for you fully in just words. I have come to realize that I want to show you in other ways. I would like to—no—I want to make love to you. I want us to be unified; to consummate our love. I want to write concertos on your skin with my lips. I want you. I need you. I ache for you. I love you.
With all my love,
William xxx