Dear Rose,
Your skin glows like the blossom, pretty as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows the sweet sound of your voice, leaping like a tiger at the whisper of your name, and the evening floats in on the wings of a great eagle. I was once comforted by your breath, that breath I now carry into the twilight of the universe and hold next to my hearts.
I was once filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow, of pain, of despair.
As my smile falls from my face, as easy as the dust from my pinstriped suit (the brown one, your favourite, remember? I wasn't sure at first, but when you smiled at me that Christmas, I knew it was right), it reminds me of you (the Impossible Planet, where you thought you'd lost me? When I couldn't bring myself to say those words, but after, in the TARDIS, when you held me tight, I knew there was no need to).
In the quiet hum of the TARDIS and the dark thrum of the universe, I listen for the last echoes of that day. My heated hearts beat stronger, faster, because I know I should have, but I couldn't. Because saying so would have been saying goodbye, yet I had no intentions of that. Or would it? I should have said, back then, standing on that sand of the beach, an image, seeing your heart break. It broke mine too, and seeing you cry…
Why was it so hard for me to tell you, to say those three words? Instead, I left you with a sentence unending, yours to complete. But you knew how it ended, didn't you?
I wait in the moonlight for the hope that someday, somehow, we'll meet again, so that we may run as one, heart to heart, for the rest of time.
I know you're not here now, but time can bring many a message, and that is why now I am stood, facing the time winds, hoping they will whisper it to you. The three words I never got to say, the sentence is complete, and hopefully, so is your heart. You're the reason that I live on. Don't cry for me, Rose Tyler, live for me.
Rose Tyler, I love you. I always have loved you, and I always will.