The doctor lived in the world for much more than nine hundred years (of course, it was stupid to lie about his own age, stupid and meaningless, not that 884 years of age difference is so much better than a thousand years with a ponytail, but he was so desperately afraid to scare Rose) and, of course, over the years he has had to love.
In every sense, even the one that the earthlings are so obsessed with, dedicating an entire day to it in his calendar.
And yet the feeling that he awakened nineteen-year-old girl from the Earth was so unexpected and ... disproportionate that he did not immediately put up with it. It took him almost a year - and a lifetime - to confess this feeling to himself at least.
It took him even more than a year and the prospect of eternal separation to gain the courage to confess to Rosa - and he still missed the opportunity, wasting valuable time trying to make her smile. He needed a near-death and a new birth, a lost heart and a found death, to finally say the word aloud, to exhale it in her ear in the desperate hope, as if at stake was all he had (and there was very little left).
He was lucky, he was unspeakably, incredibly, lucky for the first time in two universes.
A kiss on the windy Norwegian coast cemented this good fortune, but the Doctor could not believe it for a long time. Every day he met as last as possible, taking every opportunity to speak over and over again to his companion, girlfriend, lifeguard and the light of hope, his wife and finally his wife about what he loved her.
Because it is still necessary to say so.
By the way, little Toby's life is full of love - just like every little child's life is meant to be. He may not know the word "love" yet, but he knows with all his being that he is loved.
And with all his being he loves everyone around him. Mom and Dad, sister - especially when she plays with him, though it is not very common. He loves the goblins that entertain him - they are so fluffy and funny and funny and they sing songs. Toby also tried to sing, and the goblins laughed, and he laughed with them.
And their king Toby loves them too, because he let Toby sit on his lap, and he has such funny hair and such shiny clothes, and he can make balloons and other funny things. And also this king has such a strange smile. Toby knows that this is because he loves too. In the little world, Toby is full of love. And this is probably the right thing to do.
In other case Carol stood leaning against the castle wall, looking at the dragon lying on the wall and the man sitting under it. Sylvester ran ahead and was already fond of Maxwell. For him, everything was simple. For the animals in general, everything is simple, who feeds them, that they love. However, no, it is not fair to the tiger. Sylvester always had a good feeling for people, and usually, his judgment could be trusted. He loved Maxwell from the first meeting. And she? Carol wasn't ready to say what she felt for Maxwell so clearly. No, that feeling didn't love yet, but it could have been love. If she gave him a chance.
And it wasn't about the harsh words, it was a reaction to a crazy situation and vanished with the adrenaline. But it must be admitted that from the moment of their meeting with Maxwell such situations began to arise with frightening frequency. Not to say that her previous life was boring, but the last few days were worth the usual year. What is it, a few years. Is she ready to make this new life her norm? Bar fights, dubious decisions, even help with burglary... But the thing is that she liked it. She liked Maxwell's friends, who also became her friends, liked evening gatherings at the bar or at the Alley Op, talking about simple and complicated things, liked quick decisions and risky actions. And even fights and complicity in offenses. And I liked how easy and free she felt with this person.
Okay, what to argue here... the decision seems to have been made long ago. Carol stepped forward and smiled: - You pocketed my tiger. Can I sit next to them and use them too?
Connor sincerely believed he had left his love, his ability to love there, on Heather's grave, along with his old sword. Who needs love, which you will lose anyway? No, he never regretted their meeting, and every day spent together, was preserved in his memory forever.
Naive. He was such a naive boy, in spite of his age by death. And he still had a way to go. And the first realization that life goes on with all her joys and sorrows. And the first sincere laughter. People tend to love - spouses, children, friends. And he allowed himself time after time to live this feeling: from the first glance to the last breath.
Because otherwise, this too long life somehow loses its meaning, right?