A/N: This is a little Doctor-POV one-shot (that I originally intended to be a drabble, but the words kept coming so I kept typing). It's set sometime in season 6 (or season 32 if you include Old Who). I hope you enjoy it.

Part of you is forever with me, Rose Tyler.

I could have meant that in the sense that all of time and space are occurring simultaneously for a Time Lord with constant access to a TARDIS. Or that in the same relative time, you are with me, another me; a him-me, with 1 heart, allowed to have the human life of waking up to you every day and loving you completely.

But I meant it in the sentimental, human way. You, Rose Tyler, are forever in some part of my mind; you and I are forever in the TARDIS, smiling and dancing and holding hands and hugging. It aches, Rose. You are so close, and so clear in my mind, but I open my eyes and this illusion is lost, the TARDIS is too new and shiny and clean and I know that I will never feel your touch again.

I ache for the days I had reason to feel human, Rose. I am slipping. I am too interwoven into their lives. This cannot end well. I remember when it was exciting and adventurous; when at the end of the day as long as we walked out together, hand in hand; it meant that everything was okay. These hands have never touched yours, Rose. You have never felt more distant and it scares me. I have never felt less human.

I control everything too much. I don't want to be a puppet-master. I control live and death too easily. And then I control much more devastatingly human things that I should never be able to touch; a child's life, brought up and trained as a psychopath, stolen from her parents. I wonder if you had children, Rose; you and me, because we do in my wishes, hopes and dreams that I escape to when it becomes too much, and he doesn't deserve to live my fantasies, not because I want them but because he is too very much like me.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Keep in mind a review can make my day, even if it's just 2 or 3 words. Constructive criticism welcomed, the more specific, the better.