Disclamer:This is my contribution to Valentine's Day, pretty short and to the anyone who is following me from my last story 'The Last Cookie', I don't have a ton of time to write. FYI, this story is mostly written from John's POV. I sadly don't own either of the boys, but I hope you all enjoy!
Dear Sherlock,
I've been your friend for some time now and I think we can both agree that things have changed between us. Whether it be for the better or worse, things have changed. For example, the way you look at me with those big, grey eyes when I make tea. They're full of so many secrets, so many words unsaid. We don't talk much anymore, but you know as well as I do that we don't really need to talk. We talk with our eyes and our body language. We don't need words anymore.
I wish I was more of a poet and that this letter was more rhythmic. I hope this will suffice. You know that I'm not a man of many words, so it's hard to put into words what I feel when you're around. I have a great big euphoric feeling when I'm around you, as if I'm on top of the world and no one can stop me. You make me feel alive Sherlock. Being with you is the most alive I've felt since I returned from the war. I can't really remember a time before meeting you that I've felt this alive. You have given me a new perspective at life and I'm graeatful for it. It's nice to know that you can always have someone to rely on when things go wrong. It's also nice to know how you appear to be my soul mate.
I know it's nearing Valentine's, your least favorite time of the year, but I have a feeling it may soon be your favorite yet. I guess I write this because I'm too afraid to say it out loud in fear of some kind of rejection from you. I'm unsure of what it is you want or how you feel, but I hope it's the same way I feel for you. I know now that I was telling myself a lie once I met you, I'm quite sure that you have swayed my heart in your direction. I admit all of this to you in hopes that you might tell me the same.
I know it's considered wrong and I've thought about it so many times before. We're friends, I shouldn't be feeling like this, I know, but Sherlock… I love you. And no matter what you say or do, I will not stop. You can't stop me from feeling this way. This is my confession. This is my heart. Take this information about my heart and do what you wish, just don't break it or leave it to rot in a corner. Look it up in a safe place never to be seen again, never to love the same the same way again. I will not blame you for whatever choice you might make. Just don't break me, too many have torn off pieces before you. If you wish to remain merely friends that's fine. Just don't leave me. No matter what you do, I will always love you Sherlock. I just hope you love me too.
Sincerely yours,
John Watson
Sherlock sat in his room with the paper in his hand staring at it.
"Of course I love you John," he thought out loud and dropped the paper to go find his doctor where ever he may be.