A/N This one-shot takes places one year after his 'death'. Enjoy!
John's POV
Unpublished
There was a time when you knew everything about me, Sherlock. Even when I didn't. You could take one look at me and tell what kind of day I was having. You would tell me what kind of feelings I was having as if they were a clear picture painted on my face. Most of the time I was unaware of those feelings. That's what kept me up at night. You could see straight through me. Or rather, straight into me.
Ironically, I kind of miss that, even after a year. As annoying as it was, I was always fascinated by you. Your mind. Though I vocalized my thoughts on your deductions on almost a daily basis, I can't help but feel I didn't tell you enough. Tell you how amazing you are; were.
I wish you were here to tell me what kind of day I was having, because I don't really know anymore.
A/N Please let me know what you thought and if you would like me to continue this as a series on one-shots.