You probably won't remember the things I won't forget.
Like the nights Rory Williams sat at the foot of the Pandorica, too afraid to sleep but willing to dream of mad, impossible, beautiful Amy Pond.
Like the fear when trouble approached the corner, threatening to take away the precious miracle box containing the most precious miraculous thing he could imagine.
Like the 2000 year heavy remorse, destroying the one thing he loved most and the doubt that she would return and forgive him.
Like the love he felt in his heart alone with the magic box, just thinking of her.