The days used to be filled with emptiness; I was gifted with intellect but cursed with solitude. I've been called a 'freak' my entire life, from when I was a sad child playing alone in the corner, to a sad man constantly taunted by those I hoped would admire my skills. I felt like I was drowning in misery and I was coming to a point where I wasn't sure if life was worth living.
And then came John Watson, my broken soldier, who saved my life. I'm barely human and incapable of being loved. But John, he told me that I was his best friend – the thing I dreamt of having since I was a little boy. Somehow, he can see through my arrogance and bravado. The first time we met, he was amazed by my power of deduction, and though the awe wore off, he never became bitter or began to despise me. He'd tell me to not show off, but never in a harsh way. Other times, when I said something inappropriate, he'd tell me that it wasn't good so that I'd understand, but never to make me feel foolish or rude. I am brilliant, but John is more than that. He accepted me and didn't want to change me. He was the first one, the only one, to understand and still love me.
Today was John's wedding. He married a wonderful woman and I've never seen such joy in his face. They're going to have a baby too. They'll have someone else to look after. John will be a great father, and I know this as he taught me so much. I have never loved another human being as much as I love John Watson. And now, I will leave him to live his happy little life.