Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. I'm pretty sure it owns me.
Rose, Rose, Rose…You were supposed to go home, forget about me, have a fabulous life all your own! My sweet, stubborn girl – instead, you found a way to look into the heart of the TARDIS, to become the Bad Wolf we'd seen so many signs of in our travels.
Clearly you love me. I'd hoped you did, though I never dared tell you how you make my hearts beat quicker, how you bring a smile to my face even on my darkest days – how I love you more than I thought this daft old face, this broken Time Lord, was capable of loving anyone. Nine hundred years, and it took a blond shop girl to make me understand love!
All too soon it will be goodbye. I hope I can make you understand that I'll still be there, only with a new face. I wonder if he will kiss you, hold you, tell you all the things I never could? I can't let that be the first time, I'm far too selfish for that.
One kiss is all we'll ever have, my love, but I will certainly make the most of it. It's too bad you won't have this memory, our first and last kiss, the time I saved your life – but only after you had saved mine, and made it worth living again.