You’re the woman I love. You’re the one who kissed me outside of a pool house when it was pouring rain, took me to shoot tommy guns on Valentine’s Day. You’re the one who proposed to me with a stick of beef jerky in her hand even though you’re a vegetarian. That’s who you are. This is you. Temperance Brennan. You. You’re my partner. Don’t forget that.
Love is messy. It means arguing and making up and laughing and crying and struggling and sometimes it doesn’t seem worth it. But it is. And at the end when you’re in love, no matter what happens, you forgive each other.