Sometimes, I feel like a Beach

There is not a word to describe how much I miss you Rose. I could live another thousand years and not a day will go by where you are not in my thoughts. I look at Clara, she's like you, well...a little. Not at all actually. She's more...well let's just say she's not you Rose. No one will ever be you, no matter how hard they try.

Sometime I feel like a beach. I was the sand, and you were the footprint. A thousand waves have brushed over that same footprint, where others have eroded and vanished beyond sight, yours is still there. You are the imprint on my soul, the footprint upon a sandy beach.

There were many words I wish I had gotten the chance to say, and a million places I wish I could have taken you. I could have shown you all the stars and their sisters, we could have laughed a thousand laughs and saved the world over and over. But, now we can't.

You were taken from me, not by him, not by the Daleks or the cybermen, but by fate. A thousand years may pass, Days may rise and night may fall, but always not matter what, I'm thinking of that day I was stood on the beach staring at you for what I thought was the last time. Those words were on the tip of my tongue, those words that had went unsaid, and still to this day have never been spoken.

Rose. I love you.