John sighed as he sat down at his laptop. He felt a rush of nostalgia as he logged in and opened a new document.

It's been so long since I've updated this, John typed. I almost forgot how to for a moment. Lately, I've been feeling more down than usual. I suppose the anniversary threw me off. I can't stress how much I've missed him or how long it's been since I've felt happy. Who would've guessed I'd turn out to be so dependent on him? I don't know if anybody out there has actually been checking for updates(I know he would've, if he was out there). Maybe Ella has, or Harry.

John paused and closed his eyes. He put his head in his hands and tried to calm down.

I still can't bring myself to doubt him. Anyone who had ever met Sherlock should know better than to believe those lies that have been printed. He was my friend...and I'll always believe in him.

After saving the document and posting it, John closed his laptop. He walked to the kitchen and started to make tea...enough for two cups. Simply a force of habit. John heard his phone vibrate and knew he had to at least look to see who it was. It was only a text message.

Miss me?
-SH