March 10, 2011

Dear Bones,

So we're spending time together again. I'm so thankful for that, and recently I've realized how much I'd missed just being with you. I'm so grateful that you're the one who's coming back to me...that it's your idea, all on your own. You're taking the first steps towards us being together, like when you showed up at the shooting range with those Tommy guns for Valentine's Day last month. By the way, that was the weirdest date I've ever had for Valentine's Day, but I loved every minute of it.

And today I met you in the park where you normally go jogging. Truth to be told, I was secretly waiting for you. I know all of your habits, like when and where you like to run. You're so predictable. Remember how I knew about your passwords being daffodil and Jupiter? Like I said, predictable.

Anyway, I was hoping to meet you there...wishing that you'd come by so I could talk to you. Shades of junior high, I know, but it worked, and that's all I care about.

It's great that we're coming back to the easiness we had a long time ago. I missed that so, so much.

I really wanted to go with you to that lecture about the Peloponnesian war, believe me. It didn't matter how boring it might be for me, because I wanted to spend time with you. The funny thing is, even Caroline noticed how gung ho I was to go with you. She might suspect something...

You know, everything was falling into place again and I was so happy about that, so why did you act like you did, questioning me and my motives? That made me angry all over again!

We found out about Broadsky being the killer and you kept comparing me to him!

It felt as if you put us in the same bad place where we'd been, like you think I'm capable of acting like that bastard!

Bones, that hurt me so much! Don't you get it?

I AM NOT LIKE HIM!

Later I found out that it was only you being you, telling me your views about me in a very clumsy way. We really need to work on your communications skills, you know?

Sometimes I hear words coming out of your mouth, but if they're some of those really big words, their meaning doesn't register in my mind right away.

Luckily , in the end, you spelled it out for me when we had drinks after the case was over.

You told me that Broadsky is bad and I'm good.

That was as simple as you could put it, but it caused a lot of elation for me. Thank you for standing by my side again. Thank you for being a great friend and partner. I need that right now.

Bones, I think we're finding our way back together again. This time we'll do it right, okay? I won't rush you, I promise. I'll give you time...all the time you need. I'll give us time to work it out together.

I have so much hope.

Booth

AN: Happy times again, as I promised. Next letter is about two people trapped in an elevator, excited?