Dear Sherlock,
I know you like to believe that you have no heart - that you're a complete machine, probably because people have told you so for a long time; but you are nothing like that.
You have a heart - you just hide it away for the few people who you think deserve it.
I'm glad to have been one of those people.
Seeing you be happy over some kind of experiment was always the highlight of my day. You would just bound around the flat and I would watch with nothing but a pure smile on my face, thinking of how much I adore you.
Promise me that you shall always stay happy. I don't ever want there to be a day where you are not. Even when mourning someone - don't think of the bad things and don't be sad all the time. Remember the good and remember to smile. After all, we'll see each other soon.
I love you.
As ever yours,
John
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Dear Sherlock
FanfictionAfter John's suicide, Sherlock sets about to clean out John's room. While doing so, he comes across a box of little notes addressed to him. He falls in love with John all over again, except this time, it's with his memory. Credit to whomever painted...
