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Young, beautiful, and her whole life ahead: That's Rose- his pink and yellow human.
He can't even wrap his head around how incredibly lucky he is- that Rose is with him in the TARDIS, traveling the stars.
She allows him to show her places in time and space that she only ever dreamed of- to hold and take her hand, even if it's only when they are running away from danger.
He feels so danm lucky he could cry- because Rose is brilliant and fantastic even if she doesn't know it.
She makes him want to be a better man.