To My Dear Boswell,

I know I have been incorrigible and selfish but I just can't help myself.

You were the only person who truly believed in me, and now, you have disappeared out of my life.

I just want you to stop and think for a while. Think about how selfish you are.

You have left that one person who relied on you to be there for them. I apologise for expressing myself like that but I am angry. Angry that you tore my heart out.

And I know I have been informed on many occasions that I have none.

But you had to have it your way for once.

So my time has come to quit wasting away and just put a stop to my misery.

I just can't take the pain.

I don't want you to take any rash action. Just think.

Think about the memories we have shared together over the years. But think of the happiest.

Do not tell yourself that you killed me. Don't blame yourself.

Please, for me.

I wish you the best of times with Mary. I know deep down that I am happy for my Boswell. My beautiful, sweet Boswell…..

I know I could never make you feel happy like Mary does and that is another heart breaking reason why I have to end my cold, lonely life.

My dear Watson, you have been my only true friend. You stuck by me for all those years. Put up with my habits and risked your own life for me.

I want you to know that I am grateful. I thank you every night before I wake you with the wails of my violin and crashes of test tubes in the early hours of the morning.

There are no words to describe how much I need you.

I promise to protect you. To look over you.

I will always be there. Even if I know you no longer wish to know me.

My dear Boswell. I love you with all that my heart can possess.

Forever yours, Sherlock Holmes.