A/N: The second of my Dear Love series. Can I just say I really like this piece? Anways, takes place in that shot of the Doctor looking up in GitF. How he's writing a letter while doing this I don't know. And this is before Reinette is like: LOOKIE! FIREPLACEZ...Man, I haven't eaten anything todya and I'm still pretty hyper. Anyways, read on!
Dear Love,
It's not that weird to think that you're living a few thousand years after this window that I'm standing by right now. I've been stranger situations, you know. But right now I look up at the stars, and imagine you're up there with them, looking back down on me. You're not. I can name every one of those stars: they're nowhere near you, and you don't even exist yet.
I wonder what you're thinking right now. You're probably mad at me. You've right to be. I left you, and now I can't get back. I'm sorry. I was trying to get away from you, trying to get away from us. That's why Mickey was there with us, and that's why I snogged Madame de Pompadour.
It's not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to fall in love – it makes me vulnerable. And if there's one thing I can't be, it's vulnerable. The universe does implode if the Doctor's vulnerable.
I'm worried about you, you know. The TARDIS doesn't exactly have a food replicator, and besides, you're stuck there, thousands of years in the future, with only Mickey the Idiot for company. But please don't be worried. You'll see me real soon, probably in five and a half hours.
Not me. I'll see you in a few thousand years. Never liked the slow path.
The Doctor