Dear Sherlock,
Listening to you play the violin is like listening to the waves at a beach flow with the wind; it's beautiful.
The way you sway along with the tune, unaware that you're even doing it, is adorable.
Your fingers move as if it's their mission, and it's peaceful to watch. You're like a musical god - to me, anyways.
You're beautiful, and so is your music.
Remember the song you wrote for me to help me sleep? Well, I have a song for you, too. It describes how I felt before I told you I loved you. Look up Falling In Love (With My Best Friend).
I do.
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...
