Hello Lovelies. With the 50th TOMMOROW (SO EXCITED, I BOUGHT 3 PACKS OF JAMMIE DODGERS FOR THE CINEMA...too much? Ok...)

Anyway, with the 50th coming up this is a jotting on why I love Doctor Who. And why it means so much. It'd be great if you told me what you think.

Heather x

A Love Letter to Doctor Who…sort of.

I've always been what you call weird. Loved my books too much and care about my looks less. Preferred to stay at home drawing or writing than to go out to parties. I have friends, but I am not a big socialiser. I don't swear, hate skirts and have a passion for Tumblr. But there is one thing I am missing…oh yeah. I love Doctor Who.

I'm not that religious but I like the stories, the fables, and the legends. I like my books. Doctor Who for me is…escape. And unlike other things, it's plausible. There is nothing to say that there isn't a mad old man flying in a blue box, in fact, as my friends have shown me (and by friends, I mean Google) there is evidence to say it is real.

I also think we're not alone. I mean, how can we be? If we are, if we were that would be…sad. All alone in this vast, ever expanding universe. Always searching for answers that don't quite exist. It's very sad. I also think it should be explored. I'd love to travel. Everyone wants to travel. Ok, not everyone but that's not the point. I do. I want to see things! And Doctor Who…helps me. Helps me expand my mind, think of what is out there and show me exactly ho much is out there. I see the faces, the experiences and I want that. So, thanks for that.

If the Doctor was real…everyone wants to travel with the Doctor. It's a fact. I mean, who wouldn't?

I do. I'd love to. Just to get out of here. Get out of homework and school and annoying brothers and walking the same carpets and pavements every day. Just to see something.

Because this can't be it. We know this isn't it. There are planets and worlds and galaxies we have no idea about. Imagine. Imagine taking that one step, with that barmy old Timelord and there you are. Off. Off on an adventure. And it's not just that. You are actually doing something! Saving people, hunting th- sorry, wrong fandom.

My point is…that it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. And, I guess for me, escape. I don't want to be stuck here. Stuck not knowing, stuck with my parents shouting down my ears, my brothers' taking my stuff.

The things I could see. The things I could do….there has to be more than this.

The Doctor. Such a simple name for a complex man. Not even a man, Timelord. And an actual alien! And he's funny and clever and bright and brilliant and fantastic and just…fun. All the time I feel so wound up. I've always been serious, in one way or another. I like to laugh I just don't do it often. I always feel I have this weight on me. Which I know, is weird for a 15 year old to say but still…that's how I feel.

And then there is him. Not a care in the world, most of the time. Off in his TARDIS, seeing things all the time, never stopping, always learning and most importantly…always living.

So, yeah. I've thought about the Doctor picking me up. The reason I love Doctor Who is because it's not like my other things I love. I never got my Hogwarts letter. I don't live in the Shire, or go to Starfleet Academy. But with the Doctor…

He picks humans. Proper, ordinary humans that turn out to be extraordinary. I guess that's what I want to be. Extraordinary. One of a Kind. Me.

- Heather