thinking about river's speech in the husbands so river song. it's so fucked up. he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me! river's just come from manhatten. she saw her parents die, she watched them vanish away in front of her eyes. when one is in love with an ageless god who insists on the face of a twelve year old, on does one's best to hide the damage. river knows the end is coming. someday soon she'll look into the eyes of the being she loves and he won't even know her. she's been alone so much, professor river song, abandoned - stolen - melody pond. mels whose parents don't know to parent her. and here she facing certain doom and where is the doctor?
meanwhile. twelve has been through heaven sent and hell bent. 4.5 billion years and he doesn't know why. he remembers all that time and not the person he did it for. not her eyes, her smile, the way she teased him, how she laughed. the doctor falls in love with half the people they meet and they do it hard. he's lost so much, the last of the timelords. every time they think, this it it. this is enough. i can't go on. i don't have the hearts for it. and every time he falls in love again. they can't fucking help it. they fall in love with a woman he watches die the first time they meet. not because time is fixed, not because she made him promise not to rewrite it. because they can't help but love river song. hello, sweetie.