He is tall, taller than anyone I’ve ever known. His auburn hair is spiked, and his deep, brown eyes keep close watch over the earth as it moves slowly through space. His coffee-colored, pinstriped suit comes complete with a gorgeous tie and a marvelous tan overcoat, the tail-end flying behind him as he runs. He has funny ears and a pointed nose and is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
He is a doctor, a healer, a man whose only goal in life is to protect those around him. He holds his friends’ hands when they are afraid or weary. He clutches evil to his chest, adamant that he can teach it to be good.
My Doctor.
He takes you into a world that is not your own, a world where there are no lasting arguments or deaths or wars (except for the one with the Daleks, who need to just die off already), a world where he takes you by the hand and whispers "run", telling you without even speaking the words that everything is going to be okay.
And it is.
He is a doctor, a healer, a man whose only goal in life is to protect those around him. He holds his friends’ hands when they are afraid or weary. He clutches evil to his chest, adamant that he can teach it to be good.
My Doctor.
He takes you into a world that is not your own, a world where there are no lasting arguments or deaths or wars (except for the one with the Daleks, who need to just die off already), a world where he takes you by the hand and whispers "run", telling you without even speaking the words that everything is going to be okay.
And it is.