Letters To Sherlock

by jessisnotdeadyet

These are the letters that John wrote to Sherlock during the time when he was 'dead'. He left the letters on his grave every week on a Wednesday, starting from one month after the Fall. Includes Johnlock, and these letters lead on to a fanfiction in story form rather than letters which I am currently working on. Mystrade included in such fanfiction. Rated M for later chapters.

13. 09 05 2012

Dear Sherlock,

I didn't really finish that last letter, did I? I missed out almost everything that I was trying to say and babbled on about something you already know. Do I bore you, Sherlock?

My main point that I had intended to write about was how I felt - and feel - about you. Because I've never told you. Or at least, I haven't told you much. I took it for granted that I probably would never have to, seeing as I'd integrated you into all of my future plans, and some day we'd be so close that you'd simply realize how I felt. How I feel.

Because I hoped that one day you would realize that I loved you, Sherlock. As a friend, a companion, and as a partner. You shone light into my heart, and I thought that the feeling that you gave me was entirely the best feeling possible to know.

But also the worst, because when the one you love considers themselves married to their work, you really don't stand a chance, do you? Not when you know that your friend is an apparant asexual and "not looking for anyone".

You see how much of an effect you've had on me? That was the day after we met, when you said that. But I can remember every word you spoke. When it vomes to you, the human memory is not only 60% accurate. Or at least it isn't for me.

You're probably reading this and having a heart attack. Because you do have a heart, Sherlock Holmes. The only problem is that it doesn't belong to me.

Your John.