It's been three years since I saw him fall. He was a strange man but I loved him more than anyone else did. I wish he didn't jump because I want him to know that that was the day I was going to say I love you. But now he's dead and now I'm dead. The only way I can fall asleep is if I curl up in his bed. It smells like him and is the only thing in the world that is still pure Sherlock. Why did he do this? Why did you leave me? Why Sherlock? Were you planning to kill me from the inside out? Did you want me to go insane? Well it worked because I miss you so much that I'm dying. Mrs. Hudson continuously tries to cheer me up but nothing she does will ever work, so I've decided I'm going to write you this note as my last words. I'm coming to see you Sherlock; we can finally be together again.
~John Watson~