Sherlock gets feelings. Yes, I was angst-ing a bit when I wrote this... enjoy!
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A Diagnosis for the Good Doctor
My friend,
In case you don't already know, if you left I would be utterly miserable. I really need you John, and I don't understand it. I've never wanted a friend before, there was no need. Then you swanned into my life, you told me to eat and to be nice and you blog about our life, and suddenly I have absolutely no idea how to act without you. Today at the crime scene I looked round for you at least three times, Lestrage kept sending me bloody annoying pitying looks. He thinks we've 'broken up', you know, as if we were in some sort of normal relationship with 'sentiment' and 'feelings'. I don't know what he was thinking, but you are far too extraordinary to ever be 'normal', and apparently I don't even have a heart. Apparently. I'm sorry for how little I show my appreciation for you, I'm really not at all good at saying how I feel, but the point, the point is John, I do have a heart. They cant see it, because they're idiots, the whole lot of them. They're all looking in the wrong place, my heart is not mine at all.
All they know is that you take care of me and you are polite for me and you apologise for me and you put up with me, but they never got how much you understand me, and that I know how to behave when you're around me, because you're my heart and my conscience, you express my feelings and you, you complete me. It's true, I didn't have a heart before I met you, and really i don't have a heart still. You have it, you are it, you own it completely and utterly, and I guess, what I'm trying to say here is that I- I need you John. And I love you. And please, please don't leave me.