Would you like the stars, Rose Tyler?
I would give them to you. I would give you each star in the sky- each one in the universe, and all the others beyond that.
Would you like that, Rose Tyler?
Or maybe your own galaxy.
I would give you that, too. The Rose Galaxy. Beautiful, like you.
Would that, Rose Tyler, make you see? I would hope so.
It's difficult, being in love with someone as oblivious as you. You don't see it, do you? How your name is always the first thing on my mind when I wake, before I sleep. And when I dream.
Oh, I've dreamt of you, Rose Tyler. Dreams where we go everywhere, past the sky. Past the stars. Past the universe.
'One day,' You've said to me. 'One day, I am going to wither and die, and you'll find someone.' But what's the point if I never listen? 'Someone beautiful, clever, brave. Far better than I.' I've already found her, Rose Tyler. Long ago.
You.
I watched you grow old, Rose Tyler. I watched as you withered and crumpled and wrinkled.
I watched as you remained beautiful.
And guess what? You were wrong. No one could ever be better.
Rose Tyler, I gave you up. But I never gave up on you.
Even now, as the snow falls and the wind blows and you remain in a rotting wooden box, down beneath the dirt. I can't give you up, even when you've already gone.
It's my fault, Rose Tyler. I should have said it when I could.
"Rose Tyler, I love you." You can't even know. Forever is a long time, Rose Tyler. And I will love you for every second of it.
Rose Tyler, I'm sorry.