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Dear Reinette,
You were an unexpected love.
Though it would be appropriate to say that I tumbled into my affections for you as you pressed the Doctor against a certain fireplace, giving him his own lesson in the unexpected. But never let it be said I am that easy. No, my heart was won as you championed your nationality in the face of attack, and the certain stubborn set of a chin. You were certain, and strong and sure. All with that delicate pulse of human vulnerability pulsing underneath.
By the time you willingly gave the Doctor everything in your power to return him to his home, except the promise of luck for his journey? That mixture of resolve, and regret left me ruined.
Ruined for the time to involve myself in anyone else's world for quite sometime.
I am sad to say I did not know you better before that chance meeting, that your name only called forth vague, unfinished fact. But I assure you I did everything I could to right that oversight. Many biographies later my affections are fully and truly yours. Though my own life may get frustrating, and my time short? I cannot for see our relationship concluding for quite some time.
So never forget what makes you so compelling, even as I sometimes I have been known to misplace such things myself.
Remember that you will never be defined by any man, rather it is for you to play your part in defining them.
That while you are a far from perfect woman, you are in all things a multi-faceted one. Some edges are sharper then others. Some even seem to make me bleed. You will make mistakes some days, and others you will now. But you will do everything with passion, and a belief of self.
That you are a woman of ideas and adventure, that never accepted the confines society would place on you.
I will do my best to keep this promise to you.
That I will continue to remind people that you are not merely a chapter in the Doctor's story. Rather, he is instead just a small part of your own. Deeply impactful, yes. And never forgotten. But there are a thousand thousand days in between. And those are the stories I promise we will continue to tell.
Remain certain, and strong and sure.
Because slow paths? Can be savored.
Yours,
Megan
You were an unexpected love.
Though it would be appropriate to say that I tumbled into my affections for you as you pressed the Doctor against a certain fireplace, giving him his own lesson in the unexpected. But never let it be said I am that easy. No, my heart was won as you championed your nationality in the face of attack, and the certain stubborn set of a chin. You were certain, and strong and sure. All with that delicate pulse of human vulnerability pulsing underneath.
By the time you willingly gave the Doctor everything in your power to return him to his home, except the promise of luck for his journey? That mixture of resolve, and regret left me ruined.
Ruined for the time to involve myself in anyone else's world for quite sometime.
I am sad to say I did not know you better before that chance meeting, that your name only called forth vague, unfinished fact. But I assure you I did everything I could to right that oversight. Many biographies later my affections are fully and truly yours. Though my own life may get frustrating, and my time short? I cannot for see our relationship concluding for quite some time.
So never forget what makes you so compelling, even as I sometimes I have been known to misplace such things myself.
Remember that you will never be defined by any man, rather it is for you to play your part in defining them.
That while you are a far from perfect woman, you are in all things a multi-faceted one. Some edges are sharper then others. Some even seem to make me bleed. You will make mistakes some days, and others you will now. But you will do everything with passion, and a belief of self.
That you are a woman of ideas and adventure, that never accepted the confines society would place on you.
I will do my best to keep this promise to you.
That I will continue to remind people that you are not merely a chapter in the Doctor's story. Rather, he is instead just a small part of your own. Deeply impactful, yes. And never forgotten. But there are a thousand thousand days in between. And those are the stories I promise we will continue to tell.
Remain certain, and strong and sure.
Because slow paths? Can be savored.
Yours,
Megan