"Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out."



I miss Eleven and Amy. I miss “Gotcha”. I miss “my sweet little amelia”. I miss their way of staring at each other without saying a word. I miss the stolen brief looks, just to make sure that the other was ok. I miss the hugs. I miss the forehead kisses. I miss how they…