A/N: I WAS SO TIRED LAST NIGHT GUYS. I'm sorry for not posting last night but the chapter would've sucked.
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He was so close to heading home that it was driving him insane. All he wanted was his armchair, tea and toast in the mornings, and John.
More than anything, he wanted John.
In these moments of solitude he'd wonder if he was in love with his best friend. Then Mycroft would tell him to "quit moping about like a lovesick teenage girl", smirk, and move on.
It made Sherlock feel better to flip his brother off in these times.
John,
I have always been warned that my preference for bluntness makes me seem uncaring and detached. I think you will disagree in this instance.
I am in love with you.
I don't know if you reciprocate my feelings; even if you feel otherwise, I felt I must tell you before the feelings consume me entirely.
Mycroft is already driving me mad by accusing me of acting like a young child with an infatuated obsession. He's quite lucky both England and I need him; I may have strangled him by now.
The snow is heavy here, and it is making me more nostalgic than I anticipated. I hope I will be home before Christmas. I want to tell you, in person, how I feel.
It's not like I'm sending this letter anyway.
Sherlock
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