My lonely, lonely Angel;

Never has the path seemed slower than when I look at the stars. It drags on like a horse with a carriage just that is just that bit too heavy. I miss you, fireplace man. I miss my fireplace man more each day.

I know one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel, and also I know that you have withstood so many to find your angel. Keep her, Doctor. Don't ever let your angel go. And tell her every day she is your angel. Please. It breaks my heart more than anything to have to say this, but tell Rose every day that you love her.

I still wait by the window for you, and my husband grows impatient. I have counted the stars in your sky many times. Hope keeps me going these days, fireplace man, and the love which has burned for you since seventeen hundred and twenty seven, when I was not a day older than the little girl with the monster under her bed. My love keeps me waiting.

Do you still dance? I always feel your arms around me when my husband holds me tight. Such thoughts should not be voiced by a princess but my heart burns for my angel. My best memories of you are the one where you held my face tight and the one where you danced with me.

I don't dance anymore.

I know you are coming for me, but I fear I shall be dead by then. The path is aged by many weary travellers, and I see my own footprints several times from where I have paced back and forth in the mindset that this is where you will first look. I am leaving this section of the river soon, Doctor. I have strayed here far too long. Don't look for me here. Just hurry.

I never prayed, before. I didn't think there was a God, a greater being, until I met you. Now I know that we are humbled even to stand in the presence of the monsters and the angels that live among us, and above us, below us. You, my angel, are the last Lord, the only Lord, my Lord. The things you have seen; angel, I do not know how you live with it. My heart goes out to you – at least, the bit that is not already yours.

I think that's enough for one letter. Please come soon. Please.

Godspeed my Lonely Angel.