I just had to write this down. It's nothing but a paragraph but I'm not sure if I want to continue though...
" Listen... I'm not mad at you, I'm not angry. How can I be angry? I just think about the times we used to solve all these cases
together. Do you remember? Like when you had this idea to run in front of a moving bus just to see if that guy will save us. God! I was
so stupid to come with you in the first place. But what else could I do? We were together...I mean...We were handcuffed together. You
asked me to hold your hand and run. And I did. I was waiting for that moment for a long time you know. To hold your hand, to feel
you... You took my warm hand into your pale cold one. I could die there with you, in front of that bus, I wouldn't mind. It was the first
time I felt so free, so calm, so happy, no matter the danger and the guns... You knew that all along didn't you? All these moments in
front of the fireplace, talking about your deductions! You wanted to help me clear my mind from all the useless information and think a
little more like you. I couldn't do that and you were laughing at me! Oh Sherlock... Yes of course I'm smiling. Is it so bad to put a smile
on my face every time I think of you? You can stop all the criminals of the world but you cannot stop me from thinking of you. You cannot
stop me from loving you Sherlock. No, you can't! It might be the only thing that you cannot do and I won't help you solve this case. This
case is about me loving you and I can tell you that there is no solution to this problem. I love you, I will always do. I'm not angry, I just
miss you." John Watson touched the cold grave stone and tears flooded his eyes...
