Was a Dame even 'fore it was a title...

- Do you know what [insert random friend of Mum's name] said?
- Did you hear that?
- What do you think I've been doing all this time?
- Will you be back for supper?
- Think I should do my hair up?
- Be careful Rose!
- I don't trust him Rose.
- Such a shame.
- I love you.
- Wish you were home more.
- I'm proud of you.
- What is it with you and Christmas?
- Send a postcard love!
- Who's he?
- Oh he's a good guy, keeps me company least.
- Oh that's the last I'll see if him!
- Said I was too young to have a daughter he did!
- Said we could be sisters!
- Who was that?
- Who was on the phone?
- Who was at the door?
- Where are you going?
- Your father'd be so proud.

- Take the Seventh Gimbus cause Jack says its the best.
- Forget where the TARDIS is parked. I swear it was one time, you'd think it was a hundred.
- Convince him to let me take a boy along when I figure he'll just muck it up anyway.
- Answer yes to any of the questions from the Byynies.
- Answer no to any of the questions from the Byynoos.
- Forget which is the Byynies and which is the Byynoos.
- Let go.

Tis the Season and all that! Let's have some fun before pre-Christmas retail and planning drives us all batty And since we all know it's better to give than to receive...

Post the name of your character here and Rose Tyler will give you a Christmas gift! I'll write what he gives you and how he gives it to you!

[Then closer to the Holiday you'll get something else from me as well... who knows what though!]

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. King James version of the Bible - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

I'm only just about twenty years, and I've had boyfriends. I mean Mickey was with me for a while, and sure I figured I knew what love was back then. Not that I was ready to be betrothed or something to him, I mean imagine the teenage bride like that? Still I thought I knew love. I thought that at least I had a good idea of it. Those single moments when that person can tell you something that makes only you laugh, and I thought I had it figured out.

I was so wrong though.

Love is immeasurable, unconditional and it can drop you to your knees with the single fear that you'll never see that one person again. It can fully encompass your every though and make you think that this one time it'll all work out, because it always works out, because he makes sure it does. Cause he actually cares about the outcome, and when he looks at you and tells you it'll be okay you believe it. It's the only thing you believe in, because he makes it so easy to trust him.

That's love. Trusting in someone else completely and not caring if you've been swapped to house the uppity persona of your enemy, or trapped in the cellar with all the servants while a werewolf breaks free. It's knowing that when you step through the door you'll step back out into a whole new experience and it'll always be one you'll never forget... and why would you want to.

Love is knowing that even though you're far away and think you'd never see them again you still hold on, because you trusted him, and that's all you need in love.