For Sherlock.
Even though you are dead you will always be the best friend that I will ever have.
I finish my blog entry. My therapist say that I need to start writing even more now that he is gone. "He?" You ask. Well, If you haven't read any papers, or watched any television the last couple of months then... I am talking about Sherlock. Sherlock wa my best friend. Even though he didn't realise it all the time, he was. Anyway he... he.. he isnt.. left in this world anymore. It has been six month sience he.. left us. If you don't know who I am, I am Dr. Watson. Dr. John Watson. I'm moving out of this flat tommorow. It reminds me to mutch of him. Every word he said. Every time he looked at me. Every minute sience the first second I first saw him. Ever sience the first day I moved im with him, people had told us we were dating and that we were couple. I tried to tell them they were wrong but you know, you can't change people's mind that easily. A few days after his.. incidence.. I met my therapist again. She asked me if there was something I whould have wanted to say to him but never got to say. I told her I couldnt tell her. But there was one thing I wanted to tell him. From the first time he smiled at me. But unfortionetley, I can't even think about it. It will just make me cry. And I reely dont want to cry infront of Mary. Mary is a new girl that I have started seeing. Nothing too serius yet. She knows about Sherlock. What happened to him. Though not even she knows about how close we accually were.
I get interupted from my thoughts by the doorbell. I hear Mrs. Hudson screaming from downstairs; "I'll get it!" I raise from my desk as I hear Mary's voice asking for me.
I walk against the door and I grab my jacket along the way. I put it on while I'm walking down the stairs. She looks at me with her beautiful smile as she usually does and I smile back. I say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson and grab Mary's arm. We walk down the street and she leans her head against my shoulder. Its quite late. About 8 pm I think. "So, were are we going?" She ask's me and I look at her, smile, and say; "Well, you know that new resturant that opened just a few days ago?" "Were going there?! But John, it's way to expensive! I'm not dressed for that kind of things! What about we just eat here?" She points at the cafe next to my apartment. "No, I.. I dont like the food there. Its not so good." I answer though I think we both know the real reason. It reminds me of Sherlock. Everything does these days.