"You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they're as dull as a brick. Then there's other people and you meet them and you think, "Not bad, they're okay." And then you get to know them and... and they're face just sort of... becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. And they just... they turn into something so beautiful."
-Amelia Pond
One
She didn't have amazing eyes or an especially good body, but River Song was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met.
He knew he loved her the first time she kissed him, but in truth he'd probably loved her a long time before that. In truth he'd probably loved her ever since he first met her.
When he said he didn't know her, he caught her eyes for a moment and the pain in them showed how much she cared for him. In that moment he had loved her even though he hadn't known her.
Now the feeling he had for River was something else entirely. Something deeper then that. He loved her in a way that made heart swell and his mouth dry. The very sight of her sent a pang up his throat and all the way to his stomach.
It had been weeks since he'd seen her last. Weeks... and far too long. Although it was somewhat comforting to know she was out there somewhere, never still or unoccupied (even in prison), but still waiting for him. Just like he was always waiting for her.
Sometimes he felt like he would never see her again. Like the last time he'd seen her was really the last. The longer he went without seeing her, the more sure he became. Eventually he began to feel sure he would never see her face again.
Then there she was. Curly hair and good-natured smirk. Leaning against a street light with her hands in her pockets.
"Hello sweetie."