Dear John,
When we met again I didn't expect to be stumbling on the carpet, pushed down by you over and over again and then to have you help me arise.
You punched me and shoved me and popped open my stitches from my self imposed exile. But none of those hurt as much as seeing you with her. I knew one day you would move on from me, but I never expected you to move on so quickly, less than two years and you were ready to marry her. You were never ready to marry me.
Part of me can't even hate Mary, no matter how much I really really want to. I can't hate her because you chose her. You chose her, and not me. And I trust your judgement, because that decision is a whole lot smarter.
Mary has her benefits to you, she's smart (not as smart as me), caring (something I could never be, not in the way you want me to), and when you're with her you don't have to worry about anyone thinking that you're gay.
I want to be mad at you too, for punching me, for choosing her over me, but I just can't. I could never be mad at you John, I could never hate you.
I hope you're happy, with Mary. I will be in your life as much as you want me to. And if that amount is nothing? Then I will leave. I will leave London and never come back, because I care about your happiness, more than my own, more than pain.
I will always love you, John.
With all that's left of my pathetic heart,
Sherlock Holmes
Dated: January 1st, 2014
I struggled to incorporate this one into the first line of the letter and have it still make sense, so I apologize for whatever the hell that first line is
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