I wait in the silence for him to return. Who knows if he ever will? But no matter, for as I wait, I remember.

Even now, I remember him well. His memory couldn't possibly fade, no matter how much time may pass. His words will never leave me. I do my best to live up to them – and to him, if I'm being honest. I freely admit – but to myself, only – that I love him, and his good opinion means more to me than anyone else's. For him, I would move mountains and cross oceans for a chance at his love. He's with me still, I know he is. Maybe not physically, but he lives on in my heart. And there he shall stay, where he'll be safe forever.

He was like a breath of fresh air. He could charm a room into listening as easily as he could incite them to action. When we were together, it was as if there was a steady supply of adrenalin constantly pumping through my veins. My heart would race double-time, and I often thought that it might finally decide just to beat right out of my chest. But, worst of all, I was sure that he could hear my heart pounding whenever he was near me, and that my feelings for him would be revealed. I didn't want that, for he didn't owe me any favors. Why would he ever feel the same about me? I was human, after all, just another dumb ape. Still, why would he invite me along if he didn't at least care for me a little?

Wherever he is, I know he's watching over me. And he will guide my footsteps to help me be the best that I can be. That's just who he is. I wish I could see him, though. Just once, so that I could know for certain that he's alright. I worry about him, up there in space, all alone in his time machine. Sometimes, I see him in my dreams. He's always so sweet and kind, and this helps me to face a reality where everyone is constantly telling me to let go of my fantasy regarding the magic man and his blue box. But all I say to the non-believers is, "I have faith." And after all, isn't faith about believing in that which can't always be seen?

He's an angel – that much is certain. A guardian angel, who watches over Earth from up above and who continues to save us again and again, even though many will never speak or know his name. Only a select few are lucky enough, and I count my blessings that I am one of them. In the meantime, I wish on a star – a childish habit, I know, but one I've refused to break – that we might be reunited. But even if we're fated to never meet again, I know that my love will live on and on. For, after all, he is the Doctor. And the Doctor always wins in the end.