(I own nought, it's the wonderful writers and BBC who own the awesomeness that is Sherlock. Oh, and watch out for spoilers if you haven't seen the Reichenbach.)
"Sherlock. There's so much I wanted to say to you. I don't know if you can hear me...of course you can't...I don't normally talk to graves...but I can't...I want you to know how much you mean to me. I never told you...how grateful I am. I was alone, so alone, and I really do owe you so much. You made me happy. If you were here, you wouldn't understand why I'm so sad, you never did understand emotions very well. But I'm very sad, Sherlock, I miss you. Everyone misses you. But me the most, I just...everything seems so boring.
"I know you said that I shouldn't make people into heroes, but you were mine. You were a hero, whether you want to admit it or not. I know you can't admit it now...you wouldn't even if you could. I'll never forget, all those times I took for granted, when you were just sulking on the sofa or staring at nothing. All those nicotine patches you wore...
"I didn't let them clear away your stuff. I just couldn't let them. Mycroft wasn't to happy about them trying either, yes, I did say Mycroft. But I made them go away. They think I'm mad now, really mad. I did go a bit...mental. They touched your stuff though, and you don't like people touching your stuff. Didn't, sorry, didn't. I keep forgetting to think of you in the past tense. A part of me doesn't want to, doesn't want to admit that you're really...gone.
"I don't even cry anymore, because I've cried so much. I've run out of tears. You really were...so much to me. I think I...loved...no, love...not past tense, I haven't stopped. I love you. Sherlock, I love you. I wish I'd told you, but wishes don't come true. They never come true, not for me anyway. You have your ways, your silly tricks, but you can't come back now. I saw you die. I...I can't...
"I believe you, I'll never doubt you. Moriarty was real, you're a genius. No-one can...act like that much of a prick and not be genuine. I believe you, I miss you...I love you."
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"I love you too, John."
(Kawaii! Ahem...yes, I don't write slash very often, so let me know if it's bad. Basically, John's talking to Sherlock's gravestone. Then the very much alive detective pops up at the end, he can't hold back any longer. Pleeze review! It means the world to me!)