My lovely Molly,
Do not worry about sounding cliché, as I felt exactly the same way. To give you love and hold you in my arms is something that I had been missing in my life. I cannot believe how foolish I was to think I had hurt you when you cried. After all, I wanted to be careful with you. I am glad to know it was only the overwhelming emotions you felt, as I felt them too. I never allowed myself to feel so strongly before.
I do not mind that you called me by my first name. In fact, I rather like the sound of it on your lips. You are the only one who can use it. When I'm with you, I don't feel that I have to always put up the version of myself everybody else sees: Sherlock Holmes, the cold, logical consulting detective. I can just be William with you. You love both sides of me and I truly appreciate that. I do intend to make good of my promise to tangle your hair up more.
You are so truly beautiful, Molly. You, too, are my favourite person in the whole world and my best friend. I love the way you bite your lip whilst concentrating on the task at hand, whether it be an autopsy or a book you enjoy. Your awful jokes make me laugh and you've begun to rub off on me in that aspect. I love the feel of your fingers in my hair, always so gentle. I think it's, for lack of a better word, adorable when you shuffle around your flat in those polka dot slippers whilst wrapped in one of your large blankets on the chillier mornings that make your small nose turn a little pink. I will always be happy to warm you up with my lips. I continue to fall more in love with you each day, my darling. With every new quirk I learn about you, I can't help but adore you all the more.
In other news, I was wondering if you would like to help with restoring the last bit of my flat. You see, the old chair that was once by the sofa cannot be salvaged from the fire damage and I need to find a new one. Maybe you would like to pick it out? It could be your designated spot in 221B. Not that you couldn't sit anywhere you'd like, of course. Think about it, please?
I love you too, Margaret Elizabeth Hooper. And I always will.
With all my love,
Your William xxx