ayries:

…And you won’t remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay; we’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one. ‘Cos it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, borrowed it; I was always gonna take it back. Oh, that box, Amy. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the… bluest… blue… ever. And the times we had. Woulda had. Never had. In your dreams they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came. [hears rumbling] The cracks are closing. But they can’t close properly ‘til I’m on the other side. I don’t belong here any more. I think I’ll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye-bye, Pond.

Oh, my heart.