[A slow smile spreads over her lips at those words, slow and almost genuine in the way her expression can't be described as anything but pleased.]
Then, in this, as so many others things, we are once more alike... as I have found my days dreary without your correspondence, whether it be in talking or writing. In a world such a this, with so many interesting characters present... it is still only you, Sherlock, that truly holds my... [She trails off, worrying her lower lip as she searches for the right word. Attention? Interest? No, neither of those sound quite right.]
[...] [She sighs, folding the paper and setting it on the table.] Well. You knew this, of course. I would have approached you, before, but I was unsure if you were amenable.