Three months had passed since The Doctor and I were separated, on the worst day of my life.
It never felt right, me living a normal life, like I did before I met The Doctor. Chips, and work, and television. With The Doctor, there was more to life than that. I couldn't go back to working in a shop.
I guessed I knew a thing or two about aliens, that maybe I could find the Torchwood in this world and get a job there; i heard they were looking for workers - it was the closest thing I could get to adventure like I knew when I was with The Doctor. My thrill for adventure couldn't be quenched with a shop job.
Not that I could get one. I wasn't supposed to exist in this world. I had no records. I wasn't anyone. I thought about how much easier it would have been if I had just died that day. I couldn't afford to think like that, I owed it to The Doctor to live my life, as much as I could.
I know I'll never settle down, never have children. I've never wanted to. Not until I met The Doctor, I would have spent my life with him, saving worlds and creatures I never knew existed. I always thought that I would stay with him forever. I suppose I was being childish, he wouldn't grow old like me; his body wouldn't decay, because he could just regenerate, keep changing his face. I wondered if he looked any different now, if he had regenerated. Had he found someone else to travel with? I wondered all sorts of things, but most of all, did he feel the same way I did, when he held my hand, when we ran together, when we danced, and explored, and travelled and grew together? Could he tell that my glowing smile was because of him? Did he think about me anymore?

On this strange world, everything was different, Mickey and I were just friends, after The Doctor, I just didn't love him anymore. Mum and Dad had got married, moved in together. Mum was even having his child, a few months gone now. They never knew that I was jealous, this new world made them find each other, find their true loves, whilst it had pulled me away from mine.

I never got the chance to say those three words. Three words I'm sure we both felt, but we didn't have the courage to say.