The Doctor Who fandom definately covers all areas of relationships and heartbreak, doesn't it? I'll just continue angsting then.
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I'd thought I was special, and as ridiculous as it all sounded now, now that Sarah Jane had come onto the scene, I had believed just that.
The way the Doctor looked at me sometimes melted my heart, and I was sure a glance from me melted his. If she was so special, if she had always been so special, why did he look at me like that? Hug me so tight I couldn't breathe? Hold my hand so tenderly I felt safe no matter what? Smile at me as if I was sparkling like diamonds beneath his eyes? It hurt even more to look back on our relationship, and wonder whether or not I had simply been getting the wrong idea.
I thought, when I saw her for the first time, realising she had known the Doctor before me; that he didn't love her anymore, that he loved me now, that I was infinitely better. I knew it was selfish and arrogant to think as such, but I couldn't help it. I had to tell myself whatever to keep my heart from breaking.
I realised though, slowly but surely that she would always win over me. She had time on her side, experience, a history, and what did I have? A year or so of adventures and affection, nothing worthy of the Doctors love. Nothing at all.
It wasn't easy, learning to accept this, but I knew I would have to. It would take a while, but it would be done, just because I had to see the Doctor happy... and she made him happy.
I wished I was Sarah Jane.
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