He is the Doctor. A mass of energy and gangly limbs and too long words and unfamiliar phrases and places all rolled into one. He is insane yet as sane as most people. He is kind and warm and forever forgiving, but never ever forgiving. A ball of contradictions. A mad man with a box. The craziest person she's ever met yet the smartest, sanest, most brilliant.
He is the Doctor and he makes no sense at all. She stopped trying to figure him out a long time ago. To her, he was like a Rubik's Cube. Extremely colourful with ever colour blurred into the others. And if she could just align the colours then suddenly it would all make more sense. But the colours never lined up.
He is the Doctor and he is amazing and wonderful. A complete and total alien in the most literal sense yet he is more familiar to her than her own reflection. She has him memorised some times and other times she can barely tell it's him. He's vengeful but forgiving, regretful yet regretless, carefree yet heavyhearted.
He is the Doctor but most importantly he's hers.
I have no idea where this came from. My brain is being super weird today and this tiny little thing kept on bugging me so I had to get it down. I have no idea who the girl is - she can be Rose, Martha, Amy, Donna or even a random OC. I really love keeping love interests unnamed in one-shots. Anyway, I hope you liked it.
DOCTOR WHO IS NOT MINE. ALL RIGHTS GO TO AUNTIE BEEB.
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