Rose.
Still standing, somewhere, on Bad Wolf Bay. Frozen in time on a parallel planet. 'Course, she'd be as still there as in any frame of time, any pinprick in the vortex. Yet Bad Wolf Bay is the last time I saw her.
Doesn't mean I don't think about her. Nah, all the time. All the time. Me and Rose. Rose Tyler.
Example: our first meeting. In this body, at least. If my last regeneration adored her, then this one felt that feeling a billion times stronger. I'd never tell her, though. Never.
It was everything. Everything about her. Not just human, but friend, and kind, and funny.
There were moments when she made me grin. Made me laugh in the face of death.
There were moments when she made me feel like I belonged on Earth, with her.
Moments when she looked like the sun.
And there were moments when I thought…I love her.
And then there were the moments when I knew.