Remember me Sherlock.

221B: Sherlock and John.

John walks into the flat. "You know you should really be walking Cheyanne home, she told me about what happened in the cab two days ago. She said you stayed silent." John says."Well what else was I suppose to say?" Sherlock asks. "Erm I don't know maybe I LOVE YOU TOO!" John shouts. "Mmm feelings... Never had any need for them." Sherlock says. He then looks back at him paper. "You know you Sherlock Holmes? You don't know what a good thing you've got with that amazing woman. And when you realise what you have it might be too late. Rosie loves her, I love her, Mrs Hudson loves her, Lestrade loves her. Everyone loves her but you. The person who is supposed to love her the most, the person is supposed to comfort her when she is lonely, sad and scared. You, the person who is supposed to show her and tell her how beautiful she actually is. But out of all that the one thing you can't do, the simplest god damn thing you can not do Sherlock, is tell her you love her." John rants. "I do love her." He says quietly. "What?" John asks. "I do love her OK. I love her, I want to tell her, I want to hold her, touch her and kiss her, I want to comfort her when she is lonely, sad and scared I want to do all of that with her and maybe.." He freezes. "What Sherlock?" "...Maybe even marry her." When saying this his pace calms down. "Then why don't you Sherlock? Why don't you tell her these things?" John asks. He looks down at his paper. "Because it hurts..." He looks at John with tears in his eye. "...I want to John but it just hurts." Sherlock cries and John doesn't know what to do. So he hugs Sherlock and consoles him.