Dear Emma, Love Killian. |COMPLETED|

Dear Killian

Dear Killian,

383 Days.

1912 Hours.

551520 Minutes.

55 Weeks.

12 Months.

1 Visit Home From You A Week.

That's how long it's been since my operation, since my coma, since I've seen your gorgeous ocean blue eyes or I've laughed over your silly jokes.

38 Days.

912 Hours.

54720 Minutes.

5 Weeks.

2 Months And 8 Days.

1 Month Of Rehabilitation.

That's how long it's been since I was able to go back home with you, that's how long it's been since I've been able to move around properly, get out my hospital bed, and leave hospital, arm in arm with you.

So, you've been writing these letters for me, and I decided that it was my turn in return.

That it was my time to thank you.

You've kept one of these letters for me everyday and you've stayed strong.

You've cried more than a million tears and left one or two times, but your only human, and it gets tough, and I completely understand. Even the strongest people can break down, and well, you?

Your the strongest person I've ever known, ever. So, you deserve time away sometimes, time to drink that rum or talk with my Dad and my Mum, in the middle of all of this.

You deserve everything.

And, if your the Killian I've grown to love and treasure, your first reaction, so far, will be something on the lines of "Emma you are my everything," as I kiss your cheek, or, if your still that funny old pirate you'll go....

"The rum? What...how?! Who?!"

And, one phrase for you Mr Jones.

I have eyes and ears everywhere.

And consequently, so, as your reading this you'll be making a joke about now, and laughing into my chest.

You'll think this is all hilarious, and why, yes it is, pirate, it is.

You are such a klutz.

Remember that time in Camelot you nearly tripped over my feet during that dance when I was the dark one at the start of it all, or, in that other realm when you did the same?

Let me spell it out for you Jones.

K.L.U.T.Z.

That's what you are, so, deal with it.

And that reminds of something.

Remember when you were old, and fat, in that wish realm?

Well, you can keep drinking as much as you want, IF we don't get to that stage, and if we ever do, well, RIP me and your sexy reputation.

Your probably laughing now, and now I'm finished with my jokes under my sleeves, it's my turn to turn you soft Jones, it's my time to make the pirate on the inside and out of you drip some tears.

So, first of all it's hope.

It still surprises how after all that time, you still had hope and it still surprises me about how strong and how brave you are for not letting your insides penetrate you inside out.

You really are the most amazing, strong, perfect person I've ever seen.

With those gorgeous ocean blue eyes which drive me mad, and that stubble you carefully manoever so it falls perfectly into your face, not even mentioning those bouncy curls, you are the most perfect.

The fact that you can grow from this experience, and throw all these sudden, past experiences under the carpet, shocks me.

So strong, so so strong.

Kil, you really are amazing and I can't tell you enough.

You are literally my world, and although I'm not glad that this all happened, I'm glad it was you I got to fight it through with.

I was going to give up, but I heard you, god knows how, god knows, but I did.

I heard you softly strumming into that guitar of yours as you sung along so effortlessly, sounding so broken, yet so whole.

Like the piece of my heart I was missing, and needed to get back.

I don't know how I heard you, I have no clue, but I did, and you changed everything.

Your the reason I got through all of this, the reason I'm still standing, the reason I'm still fighting with you, and, I bet you'd say the exact same thing as me right about now.

But, all I say is the truest.

You are the reason I do all I do, and how I push myself more.

You are the reason I'm now walking again, I'm back on my feet, the reason why that month of rehabilitation was one of the most hardest, yet easiest things that I could've ever conquered.

All because of you.

You are the reason.

I can't thank you enough, and I never will be able to, so instead, I give you everything and more of what I have, everything I do, will be for you, every breath will be for you.

It's all for you.

Thank you for keeping that hope.

Thank you for never, and, I mean never giving up on me.

For waiting all those days for me, so that I can give them all back to you, so we can start our lives together, forever from now on.

I can't wait for our future, God how I can't wait.

It'll be the best time of our lives, with Henry, so we can finally be the family we've wanted to be for so long.

So, so long.

You've been waiting for longer than me, and I thank you so much for that, you are so strong.

You are so, so perfect.

You are so, so strong.

You are so, so kind.

You are such, such a good Dad to Henry.

And, you are a hero.

You've always been a hero, if not to everyone, but to me.

But now, your the hero to the whole town.

The head sherrif.

But don't worry your side kick, your partner in crime, aka the head head sherrif, will be back with you soon, soon as my surgery scars heal completely and now that my cancers finally gone who knows what could happen?

Who knows what will happen?

The future is ours Killian Jones, Kil, and we are going to take it by storm.

From now on, a happy beggining.

A happy beginning, nothing less, nothing more.

A happy beginning for the two of us.

So, you better be ready Jones,

Because I am.

More than ready.

Love, Emma.