My bumblebee,
I love you. I do. You must know that nothing has changed how I feel about you. I was upset and angry and hurt, yes, but I would never stop loving you. I know you stayed with Mycroft; he had called me late that night (technically morning) to let me know. You weren't aware of it at the time. It had surprised me to say the least, and I told him as such which led to him admitting that he feels very protective of our relationship. The fact that Mycroft admitted to feeling anything is a miracle let alone the fact it is sentiment he speaks of.
I forgive you, Sherlock. I do believe that long weekend you suggested is exactly what we need. No phones or other distractions; just me and you. I miss us. We'll work through it and we'll reconnect. Come find me, my love. Let us devote our time to each other in the midst of this hectic month. I ache for you as well. As much as you feel the opposite, you deserve to be showered with my love too. We worked so hard to get to this point; I'd hate if you felt undeserving again. Just because you make a mistake doesn't mean you're unworthy. Please remember that. You are the most worthy man I have ever known.
Oh, my sweet William, you still make me very happy. I'm sorry I've been in such a foul mood. Currently, I'm in the canteen on my lunch break eating the takeaway you had sent here for me. That was very sweet of you. Thank you. I'm bringing home a few parts for you to experiment with. I know you didn't ask for them but we have an excess that we can't use and told Mike you should have first dibs on it so to speak. He says hello by the way. Ooh! You know what? We should make s'mores over the Bunsen burner again this weekend! It tastes so good and makes snogging even more fun (and a bit messy).
Here's a puzzle for you: Iodine, Livermorium, Uranium.
With all my love,
Your honeybee xxx