I
The Doctor denied himself of that fiery beauty. Her lips were fire on his, soft and smooth. Her hands ran all over his chest, and it nearly stopped his hearts. However, he was the Doctor, and she was beautiful Amelia Pond. They were different in so many ways, but the same in several as well. The Doctor wrote the similarities on a torn piece of paper and always kept it in his chest pocket, close to his heart.
They both had a love for adventure. (Rory did not.)
He had a thing for redheads, and Amy had red hair. (Magnificent red hair, the Doctor might add.)
Amy cared for him, and the Doctor cared for her. (More than he'd like to admit.)
Three is the charm the Doctor would laugh.
II
Then the Doctor would remember all of the differences between him and Amy.
This, the Doctor would paint with his eyes on the wall when he lay in his bed, a never ending besiege of spirals and loops of heartbreaking letters that would drown his happiness involving their intimacy.
She is kind and passionate, he'd scrawl, and I am a vain coward.
Amy Pond could wait 12 years for me, and I couldn't survive a day without her.
I am a fairytale, and she is the truest person I have ever met.
She puts her faith in me, and I return it by stomping all over her devotion.
Amy Pond chose Rory Williams, and I chose her.
And after the Doctor tears his hearts apart, he'd close his eyes and dream that maybe someday, Amelia Jessica Pond would be the first companion to choose him.