Dear Rose,
Rose Tyler, I love YOU. I love you, I love you. How I wish I could go back to that moment and tell you for real. The irony of having a time machine, but not allowed to go back on your own time stream. Blimey, that's usually why people want one in the first place. It can be so irritating all the time, but I can't do a thing about it unless I want to rip a hole in time and space, and dimensions. Yeah. Not a good idea.
But anyway, I hope you're happy and doing well. A pretty girl like you should be happy, well, maybe not, remember Cassandra? That was a nightmare. All she could think about was vanity. Promise me you'll never turn into that.
I met this girl named Martha today. And she seems like a decent person. Don't worry though; no one will ever replace you. I don't even know if I'll feel the same way about anyone else. Plus, she says that she's not interested in alien. It turns out that she's studying to be a medical doctor. We met in the hospital, which was transported to the moon. Yeah, sometimes I wonder how I get sucked into these types of things. I guess I just can't keep away. But anyway, we were on the moon because there was some fugitive hiding in the hospital and pretending to be human. I was almost died, but what's new about that? Oh, and Martha just told me I was almost convicted as well. Yep, perfectly normal day.
I better go; the TARDIS is acting up again. Allons-y!
-The Doctor