John,
Your beauty blue eyes, my order of fries we both know I won't eat. How can things be so normal after what we just went through? We both almost died. Moriarty got away, he won. And all we did was got out to lunch? How could we do that?
I'm so sorry John. I'm sorry for putting you through this, for putting you in danger when you narrowly escaped it in Afghanistan. I'm sorry for thinking even for a second that you were Moriarty. I'm just so so sorry.
I don't deserve to be in your life, for every second I'm in your life I put you in danger. I should tell you to leave me, but I can't. Because I am selfish. Because I can't bare a day without seeing your beautiful blue eyes, your bright smile and your silly little jumpers. So I am going to be selfish, I'm going to hang onto you, even if it means the death of both of us. Because I'm Sherlock Holmes, and I don't care about anyone's feelings but my own.
Yours always,
Sherlock Holmes.
Dated: August 8, 2010
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