The things that we love tell us what we are.
Thomas Aquinas

The Blog of John Watson

So, my therapist told me to write about the things that I love so that I can define myself.

Well, I love helping others. I love medicine. I love war (bit dreadful, right?). I love London. I love rain. I love tea. I love running. I love 221B Baker Street. I love mysteries. I love the chase. I love eating with Sherlock (even though he doesn't always eat). I love solving cases with Sherlock.

I love Sherlock. I love his eccentricities. I love his inability to socialize with others. I love his ability to deduce you whole life story with one glance. I love his infrequent smiles and laughs. I love his musical prowess on the violin. I love his too tight shirts and well-fitted pants. I love him wearing nothing but a sheet. I love him in the deerstalker. I just love him.

I'm not sure what this tells me about myself and maybe I'll never know. But Sherlock knows. He always knows.

I hit enter and sit on my bed in my room. I hear Sherlock typing away on his laptop downstairs and then I hear a ping from my laptop:

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I click on it and lo and behold, it's from Sherlock.

I love you too, John.

I smile and close my laptop. I walk downstairs and wrap my arms around the consulting detective. We don't say anything. But we know. We always know.