My dear, sweet William,

You have no idea to what extent of how proud of you I am. It takes so much strength to choose to get better; to try and ward off your habit once and for all. Please know that I will be there for you every step of the way. Also remember, who you are is not what you've done. This is so important. You often forget this but I will keep reminding you until you start to believe it yourself. You are never alone, my love, for I am always with you.

I have forgiven you then and I forgive you again now. Do not worry about your past mistakes; they're gone with the wind. Thank you for the lovely promises of your love and for expressing them. You are so good to me. I don't ever want you to forget how much I love you, which is the reason I remind you every day. How lucky am I that my best friend is the love of my life? I love the comfort you bring me just by hearing your voice. I can talk to you about anything. You make my heart happy.

It's good to hear that your sister is communicating more and that your family is healing. I wish I could do something—anything—to help, though I know I cannot possibly do much more than just be a shoulder to lean on. The fact that you talk more with your parents and brother is wonderful, truly. It's a step in a good direction. I would love to spend Christmas with you and your family; it sounds like a lovely time. I get to spend my favourite holiday with my favourite person.

Sherlock, my love, your laughter is the best sound I have ever heard. I adore the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile. I am glad that you feel you can talk to me about whatever is on your mind. I know that opening up has always made you feel vulnerable, but it's time to embrace that so you can heal. Isn't it funny how we, as humans, don't want anyone to see our vulnerability, but yet, it is the first thing we look for in others? It is not a flaw as you once believed. As you saw it as something that must be destroyed, you were able to block the pain and suppress the bad memories but it blocked the good things too, such as growth and love.

You had voiced to me the other day that you strive to be perfect for me, but you forgot something. You are already perfect for me. I love your scars and your flaws. Your imperfections make you beautiful. So, have the courage to be yourself, imperfections and all. There is nothing shameful about any of it. Thank you for allowing me to see the deepest and most fragile parts of you. Your heart is the best gift you could ever give me. You may not feel this way, but you are so much stronger than you believe.

You are, hilariously, my partner in crime. Funny to think that as you spend your time solving them. Whenever we spend nights with each other, whether it be at your flat or mine, we always have fun with each other working on experiments or playing board games. I love it when we take the time to just be lazy together when we wake up in the mornings. You always seem to enjoy playing around with me. I enjoy it too; the playful kisses, finding where I'm most ticklish and soft caresses. I couldn't stop laughing the other morning when every time I attempted to get out of bed to go make coffee, you kept pulling me back down to you, holding me close to make sure I don't leave your side. You can be so silly sometimes and I love it. I do.

Speaking of silly, I should know better than to try to pull a prank on you, though I did get to you first. You were prepared with your own water gun which leads me to believe Mrs. Hudson tipped you off or I wasn't as secretive as I thought I was. Either way, we had fun and got so soaked to the point that John asked if we took a shower in our clothes when he came by. I don't think he appreciated you shooting your water gun at him after that but it made Rosie laugh.

With all my love,

Molly xxx