Dear John,

How long has it been? Two years, right?
Well in this two years I've been alone like never before, because at the end of the day I always had someone, and for the last year and a half I was lucky enough to have you in my life, John.
I know this may sound cheesy, but you
were -are- the best thing that I've ever had.
I'm so sorry that I hurt you, and you know how uneasy it is for me to apologize, but I really am. You just need to know- well, I need you to know, that I did it just for you, for your own safety, because nothing matters to me more than you being alive, you and the others, the ones that I never thought I would call friends, but who are my friends. I don't care if I died in disgrace and I don't care if I'm not famous anymore, you know that's not fame what I wanted, I just wanted not to get bored.
You know, I saw you at the cemetery that day with Mrs Hudson, I heard you, and just for one second I felt the need to ruin everything just to tell you something incredibly important, something I don't say so often: thank you.
After all you still believed in me, even if I told you not, you did. Thank God I know you're stubborn, otherwise I'd just think you were amazingly stupid, or maybe you really are.
When I heard you saying those things, I've felt the urge to run to you and tell you everything, now I realize it wouldn't have been a bad idea.
The fact is, John, that I miss you every day, 'cause even if you were not as smart as I am, you slowly understood me and you listened, that is why I chose you over million people, I knew you were different.
I never told you any of these things because I was convinced I don't have emotions, but I do, and you're one of the things that made me realize that, you made me realize I'm "the most human… human being", right?
Please forgive me, forgive me for what I have done, I'm truly sorry, but I don't regret saving your life. Even if this is the price I must pay, I'm willing to pay it as long as you are ok. That's why I decided to do one more miracle, John. I'll stop being dead, for you, because now I understand that without me you're not completely fine, just the way I'm not fine without you.

One last thing, I owe you everything. I owe you for making me realize I am capable of loving.

I love you, John Watson, and after two years without you I'm not afraid of this feeling anymore.

Only yours,
SH.