He thinks I don't notice, but I do. He's started using more and more physical contact. All the time, he's either holding my hand, or brushing his fingertips against my cheek; kissing my forehead. I can always catch him looking at me, too; when he thinks I'm not looking, my back turned. It never really is, not completely. I would be hopeless without him. I see that now. Before he swooped into my life, I was ignorant. So full of bliss. But I would never wish to be like that again. There's too many things to be seen, to do. I love it as much as he does, sometimes more. He is occasionally bored by the universe, by the wonders he sees day after day. So he watches me instead. I look forward to every Wednesday, even if it means just being around him. It's not even the adventures I love; it's him, the wonderful madman who took me to see the stars. I love the Maitlands, I really do, but that moment when I step into his magical blue box- there's nothing like it. I miss our adventures as soon as we're done. I miss him. We belong together, floating through space. Because he is my Doctor. And I am his impossible girl.
