I have a confession to make. Fictional characters have impacted my life more than human beings probably ever have. I’ve cried over more fictional characters due to them crying, dying, being heartbroken or hurt, and other things, than I ever have for people. I’ve fallen in love with more fictional characters than real people. This includes TV shows and books.
But fictional characters have always had a positive impact on my life. Daryl from The Walking Dead taught me how to be strong and to feel. Leo Valdez taught me it’s okay to hide your pain and to be funny, as long as you have someone. The Pevensies, Eustace Scrubb, and Jill Pole all taught me it’s okay to believe in something you know is real, even if everyone says it’s not, and that everyone can change.
But the most important one, as of late, is the impact John Watson from Sherlock has had on me.
My friends have been trying to convince me for some time that love is a good thing, and I need, and I need to love people. See, I fell in love with a person who loved my friend, and I didn’t know him too well, but I was head over heels for him, and that was back in October and there are still repercussions to it. I never even did anything with him!
But I regret love due to that, and I’ve sworn never to love. My best friends have been trying to convince me to love for months. I am stubborn and won’t listen. But, John’s little speech from Season 4, Episode 2 has changed my mind. John has melted my heart and made me love.
Guys.
My friends couldn’t convince me to love.
But a character who doesn’t even exist has.
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