This confounded feeling.
I simply do not understand it.
My brain is telling me that it is ridiculous.
But my heart tells me otherwise.
Dear friend, why did you leave?
I...I am nothing without you.
Because, though I may often seem arrogant and superior.
It was you that kept me in line.
You see, I cannot work without you here to aid me.
Without your scriptures.
Without your humour.
Without your mere presence.
It is increasingly difficult to think.
To continue with any experiments that my mind conjures up.
To live.
I believe it is you that does not understand, Watson.
You do not understand that I cannot be alone, here.
You were right to think that I would not hang myself, sir.
How preposterous for me to do such a thing to myself!
...
However..
..is it truly so wrong to give in to this damned feeling?
Loneliness is not my acquaintance-
-I may never see you again.
That hurts more than any wound ever could.
The praise you have given me over the years.
...and the praise I have not given to you.
I do apologise, sincerely.
I apologise for everything that I was not able to be for you.
For underestimating your abilities.
I know not where you have gone.
But I do hold you so close to my heart.
I always have done.
I should think that you may never read this.
But let it be known, that Sherlock Holmes is nothing without his Dr. Watson.
Today, I resign as the Greatest Detective.
