Rose Tyler.
She was like a dream.
A painful, beautiful dream that rested in the back of the Doctor's mind, but she was a dream that he could never, ever forget. No matter how many other companions he had, or friends he made, Rose would never leave his mind. There would always be a place in his heart for her.
Just when it seemed like the thought of her had faded, for even just a moment, something came along that reminded him of her. She was the Bad Wolf, spread through his entire history, but she wasn't there anymore. And God, did he miss her.
It was true, he had loved someone before Rose. He had loved quite a few woman, actually, before Rose, but he had never felt a love quite like the one he felt for her. Rose's love was different, in an indescribable way. It seemed more powerful, more true, more EXISTENT.
But that was the one thing he never got to tell her. That he loved her. He really, really did, and she would never hear the words from his mouth.
But she knew. That was something he was sure of. She knew he had loved her, and he hoped she knew he would never forget her.
Rose was a dream.
A dream that he had every night.
A dream that would never, ever leave him.
Rose would never truly leave him.
Even now, stretched across the Void and the Worlds, she was still with him.
And she always would be.
My most recent obsession: Doctor Who.
-Rebel