This will be my last post on here, but I just have something to get off my chest before I shut the blog.
Life can do terrible things, enough said really. Life is cruel and mean and you don't deserve half the stuff that's thrown your way, but still you put up with it because you have to. The worst thing about life though is love. You have no control over who you fall in love with, or when, or why.
I fell in love with Sherlock early on, I know that much. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, maybe it was when we fell about laughing for no reason, or maybe it was when he saved me for the first time, all I know is one time I said 'we are not a couple' and it tore me apart inside. I wanted what I said to be false, I wanted to be able to say Sherlock was mine - and I was his.
I never told him though, because he were married to his work. Instead I would gaze longingly at Sherlock's face as he loomed over a dead body, excitement in those ever changing eyes as he deduced who committed the crime.
And that is the whole reason I say life can do terrible things, because it made me fall in love with the insufferable man just to take him away. Sherlock was honestly the greatest thing that ever happened to me and I didn't tell him that I loved him when I had the chance.
So I want who ever is reading this to not make the same mistake, speak now, before it's too late.
Finally I want to say, despite what the papers are saying right now
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES
MORIATY WAS REAL