For My Doctor this Christmas
Dear Doctor, Number 11, The Predator, The Oncoming Storm, The Caretaker, Raggedy Man, Rivers Sweetie.
Dear Matt Smith,
This Christmas will mark our second without you gracing our screens as the Doctor. And while Peter Capaldi has, and is, doing an amazing job. As with all the doctors past. We miss you.
You bumbled and tripped and danced and fell your way into our hearts. You were number 11, with 2 hearts that held more love and hope than we understood. You had floppy hair and a beautiful smile, delicate eyebrows and eyes as old as the universe. And we loved you.
You made us believe in love and forever and that all problems could be fixed if you just kept trying. Your Doctor loved fiercely and hurt deeply and did everything with a passion that many people will never understand.
We watched you build a group of people who loved you and each other as fiercely as a human can love, and then you loved them even more. When you stepped onto that stage and became the doctor for us you made me believe in magic.
So thank you for your years as the Doctor. Thank you for the magic you brought back into our hearts and our lives with your smile and your laugh.
Everyone has a Doctor. Who they would drop everything for and run away with. Who they would follow across the universe, fall in love with, and protect with everything they had. The Doctor who stepped onto the screen to make magic for us all, and somehow also stepped into your heart, like there was always a space there just waiting to be filled.
You were my Doctor.
So for the lessons you taught me and the love you shared through my screen. For the laughter and the tears I shed alongside you.
Thank you.
