Literature
Wonderful -For Willow-
"I-I don't understand."
"It's very simple Watson. I, despite my lack of connection to most people, love you."
He was leaning back against the wall of the sitting room we shared at 221b Baker Street, acting as thought the statement he had just given me was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes were closed, partly hidden by some of his messy black hair and his favorite pipe rested between his lips. He seemed calm, collected and centered, but I knew he was nervous. That was why he wouldn't look at me.
I stood before him amongst the piles of books and cluttered tables the littered our room, staring at him in complete disbeli
