SapphireSoul102

John Watson felt like a shell of himself. He hated living in his new flat, hated the silence, the sheer emptiness. He often dreamt of Sherlock appearing on his doorstep and going on adventures together like they used to. He missed hearing Sherlock’s violin singing at 3 in the morning, missed the clutter of chemistry glassware on the kitchen table, though he didn’t necessarily miss the severed body parts in the refrigerator… Work was a chore, there was nothing to blog about, no second or third dates to speak of. Life without Sherlock was terribly dull. Then one day, almost eight months after Sherlock’s death, somethin

My soul mate I never knew it would come to this When you first took me in your arms And my heart melted at your touch The sound of your voice An angel’s whisper The taste of your lips A magic elixir And it was beautiful Falling in love But we fell too far I got lost in your eyes Then you got lost within yourself And when I had to let you go Send you down a path I could not follow You took my heart with you Where it will always be yours