Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. If I did, The Doctor would have ripped apart the universe to get Rose back.

Pairings: The Doctor/Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose writes a letter to The Doctor to tell him how she feels.

Rated: K- Suitable for everyone! Woo!

A/N:It's a little bit angsty but very cute! Just a one-shot I did ages ago but never posted. I could turn it into a series, I have a few ideas…depending if you like it or not… feedback is gold! Also just to let you know, for those of you that read my series 'Gwen's Story'; I've nearly finished the first chapter of the sequel 'Ethan- about Jack and Ianto's son Ethan. Sorry it's taken so long! Anyway…back to the fic…Enjoy!

Doctor,

How do I start? Yes, I'm writing a letter to a man who showed me the world- literally- a man who I will never see again! I feel like a right idiot, writing this. I know you're never gonna get this letter, never gonna read it, but, well, I just have to say this somehow.

It's been one day since I last saw you, in Norway. What you said…what you didn't say…I just wanted to let you know that it doesn't matter. In my heart, I knew it all along. I don't want to be presumptuous here but I knew you were going to say it back. And I appreciate how hard that must have been for you. I remember that time with Sarah-Jane when you told me, well; I remember exactly what you said…

"I don't age. I regenerate. But humans decay. You wither and you die. Imagine watching that happen to someone that you, I…"

"What, Doctor?" I replied, a little too angrily, I fear.

"You can spend the rest of your life with me... but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords."

At the time, I didn't really appreciate what you were trying to say, but now I understand. You're afraid to love in case you lose the person who you love. That's why you never went back for Sarah-Jane, isn't it? It's easier for you knowing that you dropped her off home to get on with her life, and that one day you might be able to see her again. Not admitting to yourself that one day she will die and you will never see her again.

Everything is hard for you. You're just not one of those people who can sit back and watch, live a quiet life…however much you would like to. And after you, I don't think I am either. Except that's what I have to do now. You told me it was "The one adventure I could never have"- and I don't want to have it either, not without you.

Another thing I remember from meeting Sarah Jane was when we were talking about you and your little habits that made us laugh…all your technobabble, stroking the TARDIS...God I miss you. She also told me, when you couldn't hear, that "some things are worth getting your heart broken for". And do you know what? I think she was right. I don't regret ine second. I'd do it all again, even knowing what weas going to happen.

The second adventure we ever went on together, when we went to Cardiff in 1869- God, it seems like just yesterday, even though so much has happened- It was a snowy Christmas Eve and we met Charles Dickens- Charles Dickens! And we both thought we were gonna die and you took my hand- like the first time we met- and smiled and said "I'm so glad I met you". I hope you meant that, I hope you are still glad you met me. Because, boy, I'm so glad I met you!

You do infuriate me sometimes though. Like the time we defeated the Daleks, before you regenerated; you sent me home. I was sat in London, eating chips, with Mickey and mum, while you and Jack were out there fighting for your lives! I felt so useless, so weak. And on that stupid emergency programme one message you left me you told me to "have a fantastic life". But that is what I was doing- I was having a fantastic life with you. But I undertsand why you did it, my mum can be pretty scary when she wants to be! I did the right thing though, coming back to you. Coming back to my Doctor.

When you regenerated, God I was so scared, the man I trusted most in the world had changed. He changed his face, his voice, his personality- but your heart was still there. (I should say hearts really shouldn't I?) And you didn't wake up and the world was ending and there was nothing I could do- yet again. But then you came and saved the day. The new you, the new rude and not ginger you.

I can't help but cry. I've always been an empathetic person, I think you know that more than anyone else…sometimes you go too far and now I wonder how you cope without me pulling you back. To be honest I'm probably kidding myself. I bet you've got a new companion, someone prettier and cleverer than me… how could you not? I don't hate you for it either, I just wish that things had been different...the battle of chanary wharf plagues my dreams every night.

I think of you all throughout the day and at night I think of the time when we were so cruelly torn apart. I think that there were so many more adventures left to have, so much we could have done, but I don't have one regret. I hope you don't either. For now I'm just going to have to carry on, day after day, without you.

I feel like a piece of me has died now that you've gone. You consumed my life, you changed me, you showed me a better way of living. Thank you.

And doctor? I love you.

Rose Tyler x