Letters To The Moon -- 10/Rose

[A Moment In Subtext]

Doctor Who
Letters To The Moon
By. A Moment In Subtext

Dear Moon,
My name's Rose Tyler, and I don't belong in this universe. I'm living here, and I've got a job here, and I've got family here, but I really, really, really don't belong here. I belong out there, with him. With the Doctor. Course, you don't know who the Doctor is, unless you happened to be looking at this damned parallel Earth during the only two visits he's ever made here. Maybe you have, I don't know. Dunno why I'm writing to you, either, 'cept that I need some way to vent.
My job sucks. I don't go anywhere, or do anything. I mean, I do, but I don't. No desk job at Torchwood is going to compare to travelling with the Doctor, you know.
My parents suck, because they're so busy getting 're'-aquainted (when they're not even the people they think they are so they've never actually met) and telling me to get over the Doctor. Yeah, like that's gonna happen?
My little brother sucks because he doesn't do anything besides eat, cry, and poo.
My boyfriend sucks, and that means exactly what it sounds like. My god, my boyfriend's gay with his best friend and he's still shagging me, so I guess I can't complain but I will anyway because this is my letter and I can say whatever I want in it.
My friends suck, because none of them know the Doctor, and none of them understand. They're all so immature, they think the world is limited to Earth, even the ones who work at Torchwood. It all comes down to Earth in their minds, and it doesn't. It really, really doesn't.
The only thing that doesn't suck is the Doctor, but he's not here, so while we're at it:
My life sucks. But only because the Doctor isn't here to take me away from it.
So, since you're out there in space surrounded by stars you can see all the time, maybe you could do me one teensy little favor? Could you wish on one for me?
Rose Tyler