Molly and Sherlock loved to spend time on the London Eye on their days off. Sherlock would hold Molly from behind and gaze at the night life of London. He breathed in her familiar scent, vanilla and roses. Sometimes they would just stand there and rock together in each others arms. "Sherlock, do you think we should tell everyone about us yet?" Molly asked Sherlock who was obviously indulging in the company of his sweet, sweet, Molly.
I… I’m not crying…
There’s just a bunch of feels in my eyes. Yeah.
This…
I…
*sits speechless and desperately (and mentally) hugs the wonderful amazing nonnie that sent me this*
I hate being this lonely.
Don’t get me wrong I like my alone times and such. It’s just when I have moments I would like to share with someone…I have no one and it makes me break down every time. I date so much trying to fill in the stupid annoying constant hole I feel in my life but no ever seems to fill it. I hate me.




