First off, I love you.

I love you to the moon and back,

a hundred ways 'til Sunday,

I love you like crazycakes.

But that's not all I have to say to you.

Because I always have more to say.

My life feels like a big joke.

Like a Taylor Swift song.

You know,

she can't stop thinking about him,

he doesn't think much of her,

he's going after another girl,

her heart's breaking from afar.

That kind of thing.

I have a problem.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I just can't.

And it's not even like you don't ever

talk to me.

We say words to each other.

About math.

Science.

Teasing each other.

But never those specific words that

I want to say,

want to hear.

I have a problem.

And I don't know how to fix it.

Except

to say

those three immortal words.

Not,

"I'm the Doctor."

Not,

"Yer a wizard!"

The other ones.

The ones that keep the world going 'round.

Keeping us sane.

The ones I probably won't ever hear from you.

I

Love

You.