My beautiful Molly,
I find it easier to open myself up to you lately. You nurture my heart and mind so lovingly. I hope I didn't disrupt your essay writing. I found myself back in my flat rather than going to you at first. My eyes kept focusing on your chair and how much I wish you were in it. I knew I needed to see you. I just needed you. It is a bit like having a piece of you with me.
Thank you for just holding me and being there. I never said so at the time, but when you answered the door in your pajamas with your hair in a bun and your reading glasses adorning your face, I thought you looked breathtaking. You made tea for us as I told you about my most recent Sherrinford visit; chai for you and earl grey for me. I took a sip of yours, as I never had it before and had previously wondered why it was your favourite. It is a most comforting taste.
That's what it is about you, Molly. You're comfort personified; my comfort to be specific. You make me feel warm and safe and loved all at once. I am slowly but surely allowing the last bit of my walls to be broken down. It's you. I want you to brush away the rubble and have me completely. I am yours. You are my home; your arms, your lips, your voice, your eyes. Every piece of you is lovely.
It's a good thing you wouldn't mind me snogging your senselessly because I cannot promise that I won't. I enjoyed holding you in my bed. Also, you're correct in assuming that I fancied your choice of nightwear. I read this quote that resonated with me, as I realized the truth behind it: "The best part of your life will be those small, nameless moments you spent with someone who matters to you." If you recall, I once told you that you were the one person that mattered the most and that still rings true. You didn't just matter the most to my plan but you mattered the most to me as the woman I loved.
For the first time in my life, I feel worthy. More specifically, I feel worthy of your love. You loved me even when I loathed myself. You have shown me that I'm not the awful person everyone always said I was. I never cared what they thought, but rather, believed they were right. Thank you for loving me. For believing in me. You make me so happy. I love you, my honeybee.
As for the curious autopsy you performed, I shall stop by tonight, though you'll know that before you receive this letter. I'll pick up the thumbs too, thank you. Maybe you would like to help with my experiment in the lab if you aren't busy. Perhaps I should bring fish and chips. It could be a date.
With all my love,
William xxx
p.s. As terrible of a pun that joke was, it did make me laugh. I was thinking we should experiment more in the bedroom…bring test tubes and beakers.
p.p.s. That joke was awful, I apologize.