Alone.

Because that is how I feel sometimes. A whisper on the wind, a footprint in the sand. Surrounded yet all alone. Yet there was that one man who took my hand and entered my heart. That one man that showed me that I would never be alone. As time goes on, I feel less alone. All thanks to him, my saving grace, my shooting star, my dream dust.

When I first was left with him all I felt was sadness, the pain of being abandoned, now I am starting to realize that he never left me behind. I hated him at first, he took the place of my father figure, a young man in place of the old protector. He said he was the same person, yet he was so different.

The worst part was when I fell in love. I had always seen him as a father, yet now...

How could I ever forgive him for what he did to me. And yet I did. He became my other half, my extra arm, my only heart.

As I sat on the beach, he left me with a different him. He left with a sigh, and I couldn't go after him.

The other him was going to be my forever, but I never aged with him. I sat by my loves bed as he blew away on the wind, as the tide washed him away.

Now I am all alone, forever, yet never at all. He will always be in my heart, the one he so tenderly gave me all those years ago, when he took my hand and told me to run.

Now I carry about saving galaxies in his memory and spread the legend of the Nurse across my universe, for he was my Doctor, I was forever his Rose.