Rose,
I met a woman called Donna today. Don't worry, she's human. She was about to get married and she just popped up in the TARDIS. I was shocked, you would have laughed at the whole situation. I miss your laugh.
Turned out, the bridegroom-to-be was in league with a giant spider, the Empress of the Racnoss to be exact. I had to drown them with the Thames. Things is, I nearly drowned too. I just stood there watching. You know what I was thinking of? You. Of course I'm always thinking of you, Rose, but then I was thinking about how futile it all was. Watching the Empress scream as she and her children drowned, I wanted to drown too. To fill my lungs with water until my hearts stopped beating. All because my existence is so pointless without you, Rose.
So pathetically pointless.
Donna rescued me, she brought me back from the edge. She even invited me to Christmas dinner. I didn't accept the invitation. You know I don't do domestic. You would've liked her. She asked about you.
And you know what, Rose? That was when I realized that I've been wrong about it the entire time. When I was broken before, you didn't just put me back together again. You wove all these different parts of me into a whole. A wonderful, shining, being.
But threads snap and fabrics tear.
And they just don't weave together again.
I will always be like this, Rose. Unweavable. And I would never trade a second of being with you for wholeness, because my life without you is just that more ordinary, plain, and incomplete. You complete me, Rose. Rose Tyler. The face I see every day as I wake up. The face I see every night I go to sleep. The woman I
I love.
I love you, Rose Tyler. In all these universes with their galaxies of small worlds and big people and planets and stars and suns, if there is one thing you can count on, just one thing... It is that I love you.