Song: Dear Darlin’ Olly Murs
Please excuse my writing.
I can’t stop my hands from shaking.
'Cause I'm cold and alone tonight.
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you.
And no one understands what we went through.
It was short.
It was Sweet.
For the first time in my life my diabolical hand writing has come in handy.
Well, people and painting aren’t my greatest talents but sure I tried and this is what I’m left with.
It’s meant to be Sherlock writing John a letter whilst on his travels post Reichenbach. He misses his John.