Watson: Why is she like this?
Sherlock:
Because you chose her.
The
moment I watched this scene, I knew it was going to be the best part of the
entire episode. It indeed did.
I vividly remember asking myself countless times, “Why
did I choose you of all people? Could I not choose someone better?”
But
I chose you.
I
chose trouble. I chose disorder. I chose pain.
I
chose you. Because you keep me emotionally alive. I chose my stupidity over
shrewdness.
And
for all intents and purposes, I fell in love with you and there isn’t a better
way of expressing this, I reckon. I want to love you at your worst.
I
want to love you when you crease your forehead because of the hot summer heat,
I want to love you when you freak out because the food doesn't get delivered on
time, and I want to love you when you are majorly disappointed with someone in
your life. I will not brush it aside as a quarter-life crisis.
I
will love you when you are tired and I know I must suffer the repercussions. I
will love you and put up with all your whims and caprices. I will love you when
things do not work out. I will love you even when I realize that you are
pushing me away for my own good. I will love you even when you are going
through a major trauma. I will love you because I know I want to be your
strongest even at your weakest.
I
want to love you when you break down, I will hold your arm, and stand by your side. I want to love you when you want me to hold you because you miss
someone. I want to love you in your failure even when I am not with you in your
victory. No matter
whoever is with you in your happiness, I want to love you in your turmoil and
despair; hopelessness and melancholy. I want to love you in your insecurities and dire straits.
I
want to love you like how a certain writer would love his first book, like how
a painter would love his most underrated yet precious piece of work, like how a
musician would love a tune that brings back all his best memories I will love you like how a poet would love his tragedy. I want to love you like how Moon would love the Sun. I want to love you like how an alcoholic holds on to his pain.
I want to love you a little more. A little more with every passing day.
I want to love you a little more. A little more with every passing day.
