Contrary to what I'm sure you'll be thinking at the end of the chapter, this is not the end of Letters To The Doctor. There will be one more chapter, as this one will have a very different end to Letters To Rose. Anyways, allonsy!
Doctor,
I've been feeling more peaceful lately. No, I'm not happy. I'm not gonna be happy be for a long, long time. But right now I
I'm accepting that you're gone. I'll never see you again. I'll never know if you love me. And I'm going to have live the rest of my life without knowing that.
Writing letters to you can't change anything. Yeah, they do make me feel better. But it's like it's my way of pretending that you're still here. To keep me from going over the edge. But in a way, they just push me closer.
I can't really move on completely. There's never gonna be another man. How could any of them ever compare to you, Doctor? It doesn't matter who I meet, there will always be an image of a man in converses and pinstripes hanging over their heads. An image of my Doctor. But, even if I can't move on completely, I've got to stop writing these letters. I think
I think it's what you'd have wanted me to do. Oh, Doctor. I will love you forever. You've got to remember that. In all the languages in all the species in all the planets and galaxies and universes, there are three words that will always be the most important.
I love you.
