Rose Tyler, I –


That girl.

Well, that woman.

Rose Tyler.


It hurts. Real-life, physically, completely hurts.

Because he did love her. Of course he did. He'd loved her for years. And he'd never told her.

And oh, how now he cried. Because he'd lost his star that once dried his glistening eyes with a simple, beautiful beam of a smile.

And he could feel it.

The TARDIS didn't feel right anymore, with her not in it.

And neither did the Universe.


- love you. So much. So very, very much.