Dear Sherlock
My therapist thinks I should write you some letters. To... to get it out of my system. I think it's a stupid idea, it's a ridiculous idea, but... but anything to relieve the pain.
So. Um. Not much has happened while you've been away. I've been looking at jobs . There's always need for doctors. There are so many jobs around. I could...
What am I talking about, Sherlock? I'm babbling. You'd tell me to shut up about now, wouldn't you? If you were here. If you were...
Sherlock, what I'm trying to say is... I'm trying to say...
Sherlock, I've missed you. More than you could possibly imagine. Yes, I missed you. It's a human emotion. You might be familiar with it. I can't... function so well now. My limp came back. I know, you probably would have guessed that... not guessed, worked it out...
Oh my God, Sherlock. I... come back. I need you here. Stop this. You... You can't be dead. You're not dead. Stop playing games. It's not funny.
I'm staying in the flat, at the moment. I haven't been out in... a while. At first I couldn't go back, now I can't leave... I know, I'm an idiot. Tell me that. Talk to me. Tell me how stupid I am, how everything I do is wrong or ridiculous, how I'm average and unimportant.
I know you weren't a fake. I can't... I can't believe what you said. You could be that clever. You could. Moriarty was real.
I need you, Sherlock. Come back. For me.
Please.
John Hamish Watson