Happy Birthday Logan...Happy Belated Birthday! I know you like Ten/Rose so I thought, hey! Why not? HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!
I either never loved Rose or I loved her so much I didn't know. And, for some reason, I thought Time Lords did not have feelings. Either way, I'm numb on the inside now she's gone. Trapped. Dead. Whichever way you put it, it still hurts.
I think love is about liking someone so much, everything blurs and melts into one-another. When I was with Rose, nothing so much as blurred, but vanished, just evaporated. And it wasn't looks or personality that I was attracted to, nothing superficial like that – it's harder to explain on paper. It's like seeing a stunning sunset with that one person, but not giving a care in the world about the sunset and just marvelling in the glow of the other person. Except, knowing myself well, I have to look at the sunset, if you get me…
Most of the time, I'm cursing the bastards who destroyed Gallifrey, but with Rose I thanked them for doing it so I could meet her. She was different to my other companions: Jack Harkness could only try and get no-where, Martha is lovely and I do like but she's not Rose. Rose was The One.
'Life is like a box of chocolates'. When I think of my life, I think about the types of chocolates that include the three layers; the top layer smells of Rose and are the sweetest things you ever sunk your teeth into. The next layer stinks of poorly made chocolate and each one is brittle and hollow, like after she was trapped…The final layer is musky, but each of the chocolates are half eaten. Like with Martha – wonderful, but not the whole package.
I could have settled down with Rose; got married, had mini Time Lords, perhaps even found a family-sized TARDIS. And I knew in the end I would lose her, but not like I did…
I loved Rose Tyler.
