…huh
wow, so I guess I still feel like crying when I come upon pictures or gifsets of the Eleventh Doctor unexpectedly; that's apparently a thing -
(seriously, I did not think it would be quite this much of an issue, and I don't know how to explain it or put words to it - it's just this little preverbal wail of missing him)
but if I were to aim for a very few words, they would be ones about how he crept up on me and made Doctor Who mean so much more to me than it did before his arrival - even though I loved the show before - because for a little while, he made the show a show about hope and family; because he let people love him, because he didn't glorify being the Last of the Time Lords, because he made friends with Vincent van Gogh and nursed a flatmate back to health; because he was always a little girl's imaginary friend first...
I just miss his little face, sometimes, and the kind of story that he was.
(seriously, I did not think it would be quite this much of an issue, and I don't know how to explain it or put words to it - it's just this little preverbal wail of missing him)
but if I were to aim for a very few words, they would be ones about how he crept up on me and made Doctor Who mean so much more to me than it did before his arrival - even though I loved the show before - because for a little while, he made the show a show about hope and family; because he let people love him, because he didn't glorify being the Last of the Time Lords, because he made friends with Vincent van Gogh and nursed a flatmate back to health; because he was always a little girl's imaginary friend first...
I just miss his little face, sometimes, and the kind of story that he was.