"Tommy, just calm down, it's all ok. Everything is going to be alright. You're still in Torchwood and my name is Toshiko."
They were the first words you've ever said to me, do you remember?
I was so scared but something in your eyes comforted me. You were, are, so beautiful. I was half speechless with an overwhelming sense of wonder and awe. I'd never seen someone like you before, someone with colour skin. It did not repel me, quite the opposite in fact.
We went for pizza that day; ham and pineapple. I'd never tried such an exotic fruit before but you convinced me that it was delicious, and it was.
The next year we saw a film. The year after we went for a walk. The year after that I kissed you. I don't know who was more shocked, me or you. You laughed, a gorgeous little giggle and I grinned like a goofy idiot. Then you kissed me back.
I know at some point Torchwood will need me and I won't see you again. That's the reason I'm writing you this. So if I don't pluck up the courage to tell you, then at least you'll know.
Toshiko. I love you.
There, I've said it. Now, I better go because Jack is looking at me suspiciously and I've got a feeling he's going to ask what I'm writing any moment now. Ah, he did. I told him it was a list of all the places I want to visit. He said to add Cardiff Castle. He doesn't believe me, but at least he has the sense and politeness not to say anything.
Goodnight my sweet Toshiko.
God willing we may have many more pizzas and trips to the cinema.
Your frozen friend
Tommy