day three: favorite relationship/friendship
belaureate-deactivated20140710:
take the fire from my belly
and the beat from my heart
still i won’t let go
no i won’t let go
make me choose: eleven
orand amy
requested by anonymous
It’s funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you’ll have a mum and dad, and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK: we’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue, ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond… and the days that never came.
In the arms you said you’d never leave
I’d tell you that it’s simple and it was only ever thus
There is nowhere else that I belong