Molly, my darling,
Your words have quite literally warmed my heart. I will try my best to remember them. It is most peculiar that I did not realize how much I wanted to fall in love until I finally allowed myself to give in to it. I feel nothing short of bliss with you, my honeybee. Oh, how I love you. I want to wrap you up in my arms and never let go. I could spend a lifetime kissing your lips.
I would like to address something that has been on my mind lately. I have noticed some differences in my flat since it has been restored. Aside from the chair you picked out, I find little nuances of you scattered about. Mind, I find this to be a most comforting observation. Your favourite throw is displayed across the back of the sofa and some of your clothes are in my wardrobe. There are photos of us displayed on the once empty refrigerator, as well as a framed one on my bedroom nightstand and another atop the fireplace mantle. The mug I gave to you has found a permanent home in my own cabinet. A few of your toiletries reside in my bathroom and you now have your own bedside table where a couple of your favourite books are stacked upon it.
My favourite thing? The last few times you spent the night here, you have called it 'our home.' I can only think of one resolution to this situation. Molly, I'd be delighted if you would at least consider making 221B your permanent residence. I want you here with me always; to come home to you and vice versa. I have come to understand that residing together may cause some issues to arise, but I have researched things that say all—couples (their words, not mine)—experience this. I am willing to work through whatever may come our way if you were to stay with me. Please say you will.
I understand what you are saying about the vulnerability of humanity and how it is a strength. It is still a weakness in my choice of career, as those I care for deeply will always be in harm's way. I understand your career could put you in danger with or without me as well, but now the chances are doubled. If only those terrible journalists could focus on more important issues than my love life. I am sorry for the unwanted attention you have been getting; I know it has been a struggle for you lately. If there's anything I can do to make it easier, let me know. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you, darling.
In your last letter, you had thanked me for allowing you to see the 'deepest and most fragile' parts of me. I have to return the thanks to you, as I am also grateful that you have done the same with me. You have a beautiful soul, Molly Hooper, and the most loving heart. I love the things that you consider to be your imperfections. Your clumsiness is something to behold, truly. It gives you more reasons to fall into my arms. Last night, whilst attempting to make love to you, you were embarrassed by the most, for lack of a better word, squeakiest sneeze I had ever heard. We laughed together for a full ten minutes before having to work ourselves into another frenzy (which was nothing short of fun). The point I'm trying to make is, the things you find yourself being embarrassed over are things I find most endearing about you.
So, to risk seeing that beautiful blush of yours again, I must tell you that I find you to be the most gorgeous woman to ever walk this earth. I adore you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I cannot say it enough.
Always yours, my angel,
William xxx
p.s. You should be more discreet about your next pranking attempt, my dear.