Dear Sherlock,
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and they could not be more right. I'm trying to stay positive, but others are beginning to notice my depression. I love you so much. I feel like missing you is suffocating me and I'm going to die. But I can't die, because I'm going to see you again. I love you with all my heart. Even though I am out here, I worry about you. Don't be alone, Sherlock. You don't deserve to be alone. No one does. Especially not you, though.
Love, John.
