John,
I don't know how to say it, I don't even know where to start.
I'm not very good at feelings, I never have been. I can never get the words out right, I can never explain myself properly. I've never met anyone like you, I've never met anyone who would put up with me for ten minutes, let alone live with me. I'm selfish, and cold, and rude.
I'm not good for you. You need more than I can give you, you need stability, and someone who understands you. I can't give you that, I can't be what you need.
I hope that this is what is best for you, because I only want the best for you John. You deserve far better than I.
There were others before me, and there will be others after me. Please know that this isn't your fault.
I love you, John. I love you so much. I love you with all my heart,
Yours Always,
Sherlock Holmes
