I can't really explain this. I just sorta... wrote it, is all. Obviously it's the Doctor, and usual disclaimers apply, even though there's not much to disclaim...


I hate how I need you.

I hate how much comfort you gave.

I hate how your hand fit mine so well.

I hate how you love me with no questions asked, despite what I've done.

I hate how I miss you so.

But I can't hate you Rose.

But I can hate how I loved you then, and love you now.

Because I need to go on, alone.

Only I'm not alone anymore.

You will always be in my hearts.