Bones (Bones) (№ 391947)

When Hodgins and I were buried alive, we wrote letters to those he loved. In case our bodies were ever found. Hodgins wrote to Angela, and I wrote you. "Dear agent Booth, you are a man disorderly, irrational, impulsive, superstitious and exasperating. Believe in ghosts, angels, and Santa Claus. But because of you, I started to look at the Universe differently. Why the simple contemplation of your face makes me so happy? Why I'm happy every time furtively glancing at you, meeting your gaze. Loving you doesn't make sense. And loving you right. If I get out of here, you'll find a time and place to tell you that you make my life messy, confusing and irrational and wonderful".
And that time has come.