I think the most painful and prominent factor of all of series three was that Sherlock loves John more than anything in the world.
John is Sherlock’s pressure point.
Sherlock lived for John.
He killed for John.
John is his world.
The horrible part about it is that for now, and let us hope for a brighter future for Sherlock’s sake, Sherlock isn’t John’s.
All I want is for John to finally realize how much Sherlock cares about him and, just for once, think of everything that Sherlock did for him, to keep him alive, to protect him, to make him happy.
All I want is for John to finally realize how much Sherlock loves him.