Time sure is a weird thing. It can change in every possible way. Every possible decision creates it's own world; it's own universe. You can turn left in major decisions in order to save what you love. But what if you dare to turn right in those tiny decisions where you used to laugh at yourself when only thinking about it?

The doctor was a man of many years. In the centuries he had passed he had had many companions on board of his TARDIS; traveling through time and space to save the world. All of them were unique. All of them were special. All of them were needed in times of battle to help him save the day, or even to save the day on their own. All of them had a place in his heart.

Every single one of them hurted him so badly; yet unable for his two hearts to bleed to death. How could one single man handle the loss of so many of his true friends, knowing that he lived a life ten times longer than the life they could ever possibly live? Goodbye's with humans, leaving his perfect blue police box, were so permanent. The doctor just had to close his eyes; just one small blink, and they were gone. Having lived those long years made the humanlifetime seem so precious and so unbelievable short. Them leaving his side nearly destroyed him, yet he invited future heartbreakers to join him in his TARDIS. How he much he hated the end of their travels; he could never handle being all alone.

But sometimes he wished he hadn't met this one single girl to invite. Sometimes he wished he had listened to the voice in his head that said straight from the beginning; Don't you dare inviting her in. Not with the true intentions of your heart. How had he hoped, prayed that this single girl wouldn't return the feelings he had for her. How much he forced himself to believe that she really didn't.

Sometimes he wished he had never said this single word, that made the burden, called time, even more painful.

Run...

The Meeting

It was the first time I held your hand.

It felt like I was in shock.

I could barely move a lit.

Like the fingers of a clock.

Still we kept on running.

While the wind blew through your hair.

And when we slowed our pace again

I thought it was not fair.

Deep inside I was struggling

To release your lovely hand.

I knew I had to run away.

But even today, I know I can't