My Dear Watson.

My dearest friend, my best ally and my, my… Love? Probably; you know me the best. You I can control my feelings and hide them, but for some reason I can't control crying at night, and I can't help feel a hole in my soul, my chest, in my life, now that you're not with me.

Mrs. Hudson is worried about me, because I try to escape from my feelings by the only way I know how. Yes, by consuming cocaine and fighting every night. I know that if you ever read this, your eyes will be filled by sorrow and disappointment, and your face will expressed it, however, if anyone would dare to asks you "What is wrong" or "did something happen?" you will said "nothing", because you don't want them to worry about you, when you are worried about me.

I know that if anyone outside you and I read this, we will be going to jail, but I need to tell you how I feel. I need to tell you how much I care about you.

My dear Watson… I love you. I really love you. But you don't love me. You love Mary. And that is the why I do this.

Forever, yours.

Sherlock Holmes.