Molly turned around and nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed over to assist her outrageously handsome customer; she was more than a little confused when she found a small slip of paper waiting for her.
“Sir, this is a blank piece of paper.”
“Yes,” Sherlock smirked, exuding confidence as he leaned closer, “I’m going to need your name and phone number.”
You were right you know, I should’ve been able to say what I wanted to. I’m in love with you, I always have been. You were the unfair one, but it was unfair of me to not say it, so I said it. I was nothing, I felt like nothing, less than.
You changed that.
Sometimes (roughly every day for the past four and a half years) I stare at this little bean and it HURTS to look at her. She’s so cute it kills me a little bit every time. She is my fluffy child who is, surprisingly, endlessly happy to see me and be my snuggle buddy.
Anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever:
yes, you love Anchan, we know, you love Anchan so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Anchan, we KNOW, you love Anchan you fudging love Anchan ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE ANCHAN. WE GET IT.