The Doctor's love from her point of view.
Set before "The Doctor's Wife".
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, but I wish I owned a TARDIS.
The Doctor.
From the day I met him I knew I loved him.
He called me beautiful.
I found him amazing.
Strong, witty, caring and kind, stubborn, loving, always ready for a thrill, had his head in the clouds, but always very down to earth no matter what planet he was actually on.
I was his other half, and he mine.
I was whatever he needed me for; A friend, a partner in crime, a shoulder to cry on, his guide and only family.
I comforted him. Kept him sane in his time of great loss.
I loved him.
He didn't realize he loved me back at first, but when he did, we could never be apart.
I had a connection with him like no other.
After all these years, I love him still. I take him where he needs to go and tell him what he needs to do.
But, like a true wife, I let him think that he is in charge.
We have been together so long I can feel his hearts beat and know his pain.
I understand his loss, For we have both made sacrifices.
I am nothing without him.
And he is homeless without me.
Sometimes he is ancient. His eyes show their true age behind the mask of anger he wears.
Other times, his behavior that of a gleeful teenage boy, his face as bright as a young child.
A child. Left orphaned.
We both are.
But in the end, that's what holds us together.
Because if we let go, what would we have to hold on to?
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