My Doctor.
Dear Ten, it is not your fault. You were beautiful and broken - broke far too beautifully to be honest, I couldn’t take my eyes off you - and I loved you entirely too much. Still do, of course.
But - and this is something I’ve come to realise lately - the Doctor isn’t supposed to be a broken, tragic, lonely hero. Nor is the Doctor supposed to be the handsome prince on a white horse. (Even though you carried it off *perfectly*. Because you were Ten, and oh yes, you were just that brilliant!)
You see, the Doctor is supposed to be the wizard. The kind, barmy, wonderful old wizard with his magic box. (Wizards are powerful and can be dangerous, never forget this.)
And it’s only now that we are hearing that story again that I realise that this is how it’s supposed to be.
Of course there’s a princess (when isn’t there? I've loved them all), and I am happier than I can express that this time she’s got her very own prince, a noble young man who wins her hand in a truly marvellous display of love and devotion.
So my dear, dear Ten, believe me when I say that you’ll always be my Ten. But - and I am so, so sorry - I have to confess that Eleven is my Doctor!
ETA: Inspired by these two posts.
But - and this is something I’ve come to realise lately - the Doctor isn’t supposed to be a broken, tragic, lonely hero. Nor is the Doctor supposed to be the handsome prince on a white horse. (Even though you carried it off *perfectly*. Because you were Ten, and oh yes, you were just that brilliant!)
You see, the Doctor is supposed to be the wizard. The kind, barmy, wonderful old wizard with his magic box. (Wizards are powerful and can be dangerous, never forget this.)
And it’s only now that we are hearing that story again that I realise that this is how it’s supposed to be.
Of course there’s a princess (when isn’t there? I've loved them all), and I am happier than I can express that this time she’s got her very own prince, a noble young man who wins her hand in a truly marvellous display of love and devotion.
So my dear, dear Ten, believe me when I say that you’ll always be my Ten. But - and I am so, so sorry - I have to confess that Eleven is my Doctor!
ETA: Inspired by these two posts.