'Sherlock,
I just want to tell you how much I miss you, everything has just been so, been so ordinary without you. I remember all of our adventures together especially the first time we met. I thought that you weren't human at first the way you were able to just look at people, look at me and be able to say exactly what kind of a person I was or they were. I still think, as it was then amazing, bloody amazing. Nothing much has happened lately, the police are still trying to solves cases but I know they know that they wont be able to solve them without you even if they still believe it was just an act, a 'magic trick' that we were all being fooled by. I don't care if that's what you confessed to me on the phone before you… anyway, the point is I still believe you're the same Sherlock that I knew. The blog has been closed, I can't bear to look at it but if I can come to terms with it later on then I will read everything that is on there and with that in mind I miss the way you used to criticise the titles of the blog but never came up with any other titles. I still meet with Mrs Hudson now and then but I moved to a different apartment, 221B is a thing of the past now, a place I loved just as I had loved you. There I said it I love you Sherlock Holmes, you were my only friend, my best friend but throughout the year I feel my emotions have grown stronger and I can't hold it back any longer. I'm sorry, I am so sorry, I wish I could have done more to stop you but I cant because your gone and your not coming back and I wish I was able to tell you face to face how much I loved you and still love you and I wish you loved me back. I guess I just want to say, I wish you are not dead. Don't be dead Sherlock, don't be dead.' At that point John Watson had to go; he couldn't stand to stare at Sherlock Holmes's grave any longer. He turned away unaware of the other man standing in the corner of the graveyard, John did not even here the words the other man whispered as a tear ran down his face ' I love you too John.'