30th July
Private Entry visible to: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes

Okay, Sherlock. I'm ready to give up.

I've put in plenty of things that you'd usually respond to. Tried to force you to come running through the door by remarking about Mycroft's diet, binning your toenails, covering the smiley face on the wall, moving the skull and even by (shock-horror) commenting on my dating. Because, let's face it, you never liked Sarah, did you? And you always loved cock-blocking me.

Erm, so, yes. I'm resigned to letting you go now. I will admit you're dead and stop writing to you. It'll stop people panicking about what's private on my blog, anyway. I still can't delete them entirely from public view.

But, if by any chance you are reading this. Don't take that as I don't want you to come back. Because I do. I'll still harbour a little bit of hope. Probably for the rest of my life. Just a little bit, just so that if you do I can tell people that I was right and they were wrong and I can be the person to have never lost faith in you.

I won't change my number and I won't move out. You know where to find me if you need me. And if you do, don't think about it, Sherlock, just come back. I miss you and I always will. And, yes, you'll probably get a punch but we both know you deserve that.

So, I'll say goodbye for good this time. I'm signing out.

Bye, Sherlock.

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Sherlock Holmes

3rd September
John, I'm sorry. Please answer your phone.