My loving William,

Goodness, it feels amazing to write you again. We've been gone for the entire week solving a most interesting homicide case. I'm glad to know you were 'quite impressed' with my own deductions. Together, we solved it in three days and had the rest of the week to just relax and be with each other. Sussex is a lovely area. I enjoyed hearing your musings on your post retirement plans of the future. Your interest in beekeeping piqued my curiosity only because my father used to do it when I was younger. I think we really needed time away from London, disconnecting ourselves from our usual busy lives.

There's so much you miss when you're living a fast paced life, nothing left but the adrenaline and exhaustion to remind you of all that's happened. It was nice to slow ourselves down and take more time to appreciate the little things. I don't think I was completely ready to make that step; moving in with you. I wanted it, of course. But now, I know I'm ready. I think I was scared of how it might affect us, but how can we grow together if we don't try? I feel so silly now when I think back on it. I don't feel safer with anyone else but you. I trust you wholeheartedly and I know we can do this.

I find it funny how the tables have turned a bit. Now, you're the one assuring me that we'll be okay. You've repeated my own words back to me in your last letter. I suppose I've always been one of those people who can give good advice but never follow it. We remind each other of the comfort we give. That's why we're so good together, aside from our obvious common interests and very mutual attraction. When one of us is feeling unsure or scared, we always lift each other up. When we have rows, we don't place blame; we sit down and figure out what went wrong so we can fix it. As you said, it's only logical to get straight to the point.

Feeling refreshed from our time away, we have already begun my move. I suspect we'll get me moved in completely by the end of the week. We had a bit of trouble with book organization, as you don't have an organized bone in your body, but I'm saying that with humour. We hardly got anything done what with your teasing me for my—what did you call it?—oh yes, my 'charming quirks.' Of course, I didn't mind all the snogging we did.

I know I've already told you this in person, but I am so proud of you, Sherlock. You've been doing so well with everything lately. I know it's not easy but the paths worth taking aren't going to be. You smile more. You're happier. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy; not once did I think I'd play even a small part of it, let alone be one of the larger ones. I love you, Sherlock Holmes. I always have and I always will.

When we first met, I hadn't the slightest idea just how important you would be to me. I didn't know that you would simultaneously make me happy and sad at the same time. You talk about how I consistently chose to continue loving you despite everything but you chose me first. You're probably wondering how since you didn't understand your emotions at the time. What I mean is that I am the pathologist you chose to work with. You had refused to work with anyone else. You chose me and then chose me again. Every single time. You brought adventure into my life and it has been the greatest one yet. I hope to continue on our adventure together for as long as we live.

We have made it through what most would see as impossible. There have been sparks of confidence and moments of hopelessness. We've had fights as friends and as lovers. I've had your back and you've always had mine. There has been heartbreak and happiness. The one thing these moments have in common is that we've always overcame the obstacles. Look how far we've come, my love. Let us be adventurers and continue our discoveries of one another.

With all my love,

Molly xxx

p.s. I think I would like to continue our more intimate explorations tonight. I want to give you everything I can to make you feel the depths of my appreciation and love.