The Doctor and River stood on the balcony listening to the towers, both of them with tears in their eyes. "What you said on the cruise ship," the Doctor said, "About me not loving you. Do you really believe that?"

River looked at him. "You never said," she answered.

He looked deep into her eyes and couldn't help the choke in his voice. "That doesn't mean I didn't feel it. You were wrong. Very very wrong."

The tears were flowing freely from River's eyes now. "Really? You love me?"

"Of course I do. It eats me up inside to know that for our entire marriage, you didn't know that. Do you really think that because of the life I lead, I'm not capable of falling in love? It's true that it doesn't happen often. You're one of only six people that I have loved, but you are one of my favorite chapters in my story," he pointed to her dairy, "And you always will be."

River grabbed him and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back, matching her passion.

"Well," said River when they broke apart, still holding back tears. "You have twenty-four years of night to show me just how much you love me. I hope this place has a hotel."

The Doctor smiled mischievously. "I've already booked us a room."

They skipped dinner and off they went to their room for twenty-four years of a second honeymoon.