No I'm not crazy, I'm in control.

fannishminded:

“Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
- Neil Gaiman

I think this is written in John’s personal diary.

And when Mary finds it, reads it, she cries, and never tells John she read it- but when Sherlock comes back, and her fiance drops everything to join him in solving a murder… she doesn’t begrudge him the trip.

Because she loves John, and as much as John loves her, as sure as she is of this… she knows that Sherlock, the love he has for Sherlock, is deeper, wound to his very core- as he has never let himself open enough to let her dig to- burrow herself into him as Sherlock did first.

John has known her as long as he knew Sherlock, and had mourned Sherlock twice as long as he’d known him… but love makes you do stupid things.

And she won’t stand between them, not like that.

Because she knows that as much as she has his romantic love and his sexual passions- Sherlock has his soul. She claims John’s body- but Sherlock claims his heart- and always will. To try and destroy that link, would be to destroy the man she loves.

(Source: profoundly-bonded, via aftershocked)