Amy Pond never knew how she could be so fond of two men at the same time. She doubted she deserved either of them, though she wasn't the ugliest girl to cross the stars. But she found herself somehow… lacking.
The Doctor was amazing. He had all the opportunities one could ever need, could take her anywhere around the universe, anywhere in time. And he was so original, so unique, so fun. But did she really know him? It seemed that out of anyone she'd encountered, that space assassin seemed to know him the best. But really, Doctor Who? Who was he?
But Rory Williams she had known since before the mad man in the box had ever crossed her life, and oh, did he ever love. He believed in her, protected her, made up for what he didn't have in looks in strength and morality. She was so very fond of her, and he'd been there for her for so long, never leaving her for "five minutes".
She had been content with harboring her love for the both of them, until the Dream Lord came along and she realized she must choose. Poor, dear Rory was so honestly excited about their "baby", and now she knew that she couldn't bear to lose her old boyfriend. It was then that she'd killed herself, and the Doctor, trying to find any sort of way to see him again. She couldn't bear to live in a world without her Rory, as she felt better off dead without him. It never occurred to her that if the Dream Lord was the Doctor's subconscious, why was he making her choose?
She loved Rory, but he was so easy to forget. A few weeks later, all that mattered was the Doctor. Rory did appear again, but Amy didn't remember who he was, wasn't even vaguely attracted to him. She'd walked right past him to the Doctor. By the time she'd realized who her Roman savior was, it was too late. She died in the arms of a plastic Rory the Roman. The Doctor was more concerned about the rest of the universe than his Pond.
When she got out of the Pandorica, she was still torn as ever between the two men, but very, very proud of her plastic Centurion. He had been faithful as ever.
She forgot the Doctor easier than she had her fiancé, but she did cry at the celebration of Mr. and Mrs. Pond. What had happened to young Amelia, so fascinated by the Raggedy Doctor who had come to save her from the cracks? Regardless of the day, when the man in the blue box arrived, she tried to kiss him. And he rejected her advances, just as he had the night before. But Rory did want her a lot more than the Time Lord ever would, correct?
In the awful, awful hotel Amy Pond was made to let go of the Doctor. She did feel a bit relieved afterwards, but she still couldn't completely let go of him. He had been the target of her hopes and her dreams for so long that it seemed it sin to kill them.
Until— she was pregnant, in reality this time. Her daughter was River Song, the Doctor's wife. Had she known that the whole time, she never would've thought of romancing her now son-in-law. But time didn't allow for mistakes, and then the Doctor was dead. Who did she love, after all?