'THAT'S NOT THE POINT SHERLOCK! When someone ask you why you love me, the answer is not I don't know. You told me you love me and other than the occasional shag you don't show it. All day you insult me. You tell me I'm not clever or that I'm oblivious. You treat me like I'm just a boy toy! And if I am a boy toy... 'John closed his eye and took a deep breath. 'I need air.'

With that John left. He was gone for hours. Sherlock just stood staring at the door in disbelief. Just because he didn't feel like taking the massive amount of time it would take to list all the reasons why he loved John, didn't mean he didn't love him. He did. It wasn't the young girl's business anyway! Sherlock sighed deeply and pick up his phone.

...

'It was the boyfriend. They probably got into some tiff and well...this happened.' Sherlock gestured toward the crime scene. 'God. Relationships. I don't understand why anyone bloody wants them!'

'But Sherlock... You and John-' Lestrade got cut off

'Yes I know!'

'Did something happen Sherlock?'

'Yes. Of course! Why did you think John come with me?'

'What happened?' Lestrade questioned further.

'We went to interrogate the wife of one of the victims and her little girl asked me why I love John. I said I didn't know.'

'What the hell Sherlock! You don't say that! Especially in front of John!'

'I just didn't feel like taking 27.4 hours it souls take to list everything!'

'27.4 hours?'

'Yes!' Sherlock huffed. 'If I was to verbally state every reason why I love John it would take 27.4 hours! Now can I leave?'

'Sherlock, have you ever stopped to tell him any of those reasons? Does John know why you love him? Or does he even know you do?'

Sherlock's heart jumped it his throat. He swallowed roughly. Did John know? Sherlock thought it was common knowledge. Anyone could see he did, but he had never really told John why.

That night Sherlock stopped at a store to but a few things. One sharpie. Some post-it notes. Some milk. John's favorite tea. And one item that was a bit pricier.

...

After John had been out for at least six hours before he returned. He had contemplated not coming home, but knew he was probably just over reacting. I mean, what could he really expect of Sherlock? Sherlock wasn't one for emotions. why would John be an exception?

He pushed open the door and stumbled up the 17 stairs to the second floor. Just as he reached for the door knob he noticed a post-it that Sherlock had scrawled on. He figured it was Sherlock's way of letting him know he'd gone on a case or something. With a bit of further inspection he found out he was wrong. Very wrong.

I love your jumpers

John's heart skipped a beat. This note was no doubt for him. He smiled and peeled the post-it off of the door. When he moved to hang up his jacket he was greeted with another post-it note.

I love that you fought for our country

Now John was flattered, but a bit suspicious. Where was Sherlock? He called out for Sherlock and received no answer. He dismissed it and moved to the kitchen to make some tea. This is when he saw his favorite tea sitting on the counter with a post-it note attached.

I love how much tea you drink

John laughed a bit at this. All the anger early completely drained from his body as he reached for a tea cup.

I love your loyalty

He collected this note too. John went to the kettle that was already sitting on the hob.

I love the way you look during and after a thorough shag

John scoffed. Only Sherlock would compliment him on the way he looked post-coital. John figured the best thing to do was to carry on his normal routine and opened the cabinet to look for sugar.

I love that you don't think I'm a freak

Then he opened the fridge for milk.

I love that you truly care about me

And the freezer for ice cubes.

I love your hobby of blogging.

Soon John noticed them everywhere. On his chair. On Sherlock's chair. On the telly. On his laptop. On the coffee table. On the couch. On the desk. Next to Sherlock's microscope. On the mantle piece. On the lucky cat. On the mirror.

I love that you are protective

I love that you aren't boring or stupid like Anderson

I love when you come on cases with me

I love when you watch crap telly

I love the way you smile at me

I love the way your hair is starting to get longer

I love the way you handle a gun

I love that you don't mind my experiments

I love that you've saved my life in more than one way

I love how you are clever when you don't try to be

I love how you love me with all of your heart

The last post-it had an arrow pointing to the hallway. John followed. And he saw the hallway was littered with post-it note. Each had a different reason why Sherlock loved John and an arrow pointing to the bedroom.

I love that you tell when I'm being a bit not good

I love how skilled you are at being a doctor

I love how you came even though I said it could be dangerous

At this point John was doing all he could to keep from crying furiously. His eyes were damp and tear clung to his lashes. John was holding all of the post-it notes he found so far and slowly removing the others with a shaky hand. When he came up to the door and read the last one he couldn't help but cry.

I love how you always say yes

John flung open the door and saw Sherlock awkwardly standing in their room. He was holding a small box. John ran to pull him into a right embrace when Sherlock stopped him.

'John. I won't get on one knee, but I'm sure you know what I'm about to ask.' John nodded his head frantically. His cheeks were riddled with many hot tears. His smile stretched from ear to ear and was a bit lopsided. Just like Sherlock loved. ' Will you, John Hamish Watson, marry me?'

Slowly Sherlock uncovered a ring from the box. It was a silver band. It was simple yet it was the most beautiful ring John had ever seen. Although, John might be a bit biased seeing as it was being given to him.

'Yes. Yes, of course.' John's voice was trembling and so was his hand as Sherlock slide on his ring.

...author'snote...

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