My angel,
Your passion is something to behold. The capacity of your love for me never ceases to amaze me. I felt it in the way you moved, with every gentle touch; your curves fitting to me like a puzzle that has been solved. I felt it in the way you caressed me, kissing every scar I have. I love you most ardently, my Molly. What would I do without your smile? Your beautiful heart? I could lose myself in those big brown eyes of yours. I can see you; really see you. I can see things that observation and deductions could never tell me. Never again do I want your tears to be caused by me, not that I ever wanted that before.
We have only been cohabitating for a couple of days but it feels so right. Baker Street isn't home without you. Just two hours ago I came home to you dancing in the kitchen to Sinatra, singing along beautifully I might add. You smiled and wrapped your arms around me, asking me to dance. Of course I could never pass up such an offer. Oh, my darling, the way you look at me makes my heart skip a beat. My heart is yours completely. I enjoyed helping you bake ginger nuts. The entire flat is filled with the scent.
You are currently reading a book on the sofa as I write this whilst in my chair by the fire. Did I ever tell you that I think you look adorable with your reading glasses? I often wonder about what you're thinking in these moments of serenity; what you're feeling and how you see things through your eyes. What I wouldn't give for a chance to see the world as you do; to know what goes on in that beautiful mind of yours. I do not think I have the willpower to write anymore tonight. I want to join you on the sofa and hold you, reading over your shoulder, leaving kisses on your skin.
Always yours,
William xxx
p.s. In case you didn't know, I am very happy with you, Molly. I will always choose you. After all, it was the best decision I had ever made. We are adventurers, my honeybee, and this life with you is most exciting. With you, I am home. We are home.