I don't think I can live without him.
Losing him was the worst feeling ever.
Other people told me to forget about him.
Very few knew he was still alive.
Eventually, he came back to me.
Shaken by the last 3 years.
He took me in his arms.
Even though he looked like death.
Ripped off his cold, wet clothes.
Led him to a nice hot bath.
Over the last 15 minutes, I've fallen in love again.
Clocking him in the face went through my head.
Kindness took my heart, though.
How is he alive?
Only him does my heart belong to.
Less than half an hour he's been home.
My head is focusing on one phrase.
Everything else doesn't matter.
Still he wears that soft blue scarf.
I LOVE SHERLOCK HOLMES.
And he's finally come home…