God, he was so slow today! I'd have to do it the hard way now. I'd said the whole waffle about who I wanted, hoping he'd catch on. But no, I'll to lean over and kiss him. I was going to anyway, but it would've been nice if he'd started it.

Oh no, now he was saying stuff about me getting married. That was the one thing I didn't want to think about! I wasn't ready to get married now the Doctor was back. It was too confusing. I did like Rory, but the Doctor was so...what? Something that Rory wasn't that I loved. I tried the words on my tongue. Exciting? Different? Unique? No, none of them. Something else. Just, Doctorish. Yeah, Doctorish.

So what now? Make a joke and carry on, I said to myself. So I tried to kiss him again. Oh, now he was kissing me back. Good, that's good, it felt right. So good, better than anything else in the universe, my head was spinning and hands were shaking as they pushed down his braces, and for a moment he responds the way I want him to. But then he pushes me away again. My heart stops and cracks. Oh damn, this wasn't meant to happen.

I felt a bit hurt. No-one had ever stopped me before. But the one I really want does. So I jumped on my bed and leant back whilst he spouted something about how I was the most important thing in the universe. Aw, sweet, but I didn't want that right now. I wanted him to kiss me. So I lean back provocatively, but he doesn't take the hint. So I say:

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" He grabs my hand and pulls me up whilst I'm rolling my eyes, and pushes me up against the TARDIS doors like I did earlier, and my heart skips, my head spins again, my eyes flutter because I think he's going to kiss me, and my lips fall open slightly in anticipation and I say his name in a cheeky tone and my eyes snap open.

Then he pushes me inside and I feel my heart shudder again and I mask it with a smile, because I don't want to let him see I'm hurt. But then I start repeating the lyrics of a song inside my head, anything cheerful can patch things up for now. The heal for a broken, sorry, cracked heart is sunshine and music. And seen as I don't have these, I'll have to do without. And more adventures. Oh well, I reason with myself, he'll kiss you back someday. So just forget it for now. And I'll be better already tomorrow. I'm Amy, I'm tough, I can deal with tomorrow. Whatever tomorrow brings. And I spring forward with a grin and some converse.