‘The Beauty of a Lost Art’ Chapter 25: Serendipity
William, my love,
You are quite the charmer, I must say. Your words have warmed my heart completely. To read your letter, written in your hand, that you feel as if you truly see me…well, I must say I cried. You had said you never wanted my tears to be caused by you again, but if I cry out of happiness, I should hope you do that often. If you want to talk about getting lost in someone’s eyes, I must tell you that I drown in yours often. The ever changing shades of blue and green are very telling of how you feel; I have learned your emotions through that alone. When your curiosity is piqued, they turn to a light green. This mostly happens during cases or experiments. They are a lovely baby blue when you are happy; especially when we’re together. They are a stormy blue not only when you are angry, but also when you show your fierce desire for me, in the throes of passion. When you are sad, it’s a mixture of blue and green; viridian, in fact.
I am delighted you enjoyed our night of dancing and baking together. I so love it when we’re together like that. I do not need extravagance or complexity; just the simplicity of us and our love for each other. Whenever we dance, it’s not just a dance. It is your fingers laced with mine and your arms wrapped around me. It is the way you look at me with such deep, unconditional love as our feet move to the music. It is the sound of your beautiful heartbeat whilst my head rests against your chest. It is the tender way you brush your lips on my skin, your nose nuzzling against me. It is the sweet, sincere words you whisper into my ear. My darling Sherlock, how you make me feel cannot be described in words.
By this time, we have been living together for a full week and what a week it has been. Three cases solved in record time, I might add. I have been working overtime at the hospital for the last couple of days, as I am writing this in the lab right now. I have some parts I’ll be bringing home for you to experiment on. Home. I quite like saying that. It brings me comfort in knowing you’ll always be there. You may find this to be a fanciful notion, but your soul sings to mine with a lovely serenade. I believe that even if we had chosen different career paths, we would have somehow found each other. In any alternate universe, I believe we would choose each other every time. In part humour and part seriousness, oh, honey I believe we are meant to bee. I love you, my Sherlock, more than you could ever know.
Your honeybee xxx