Ariel, a Doctor Who fan wrote a letter to his dearest Doctor. This letter was accidentally found by Brett Stewart in a used book he bought for $5 at Amazon. He shared it on his page because
“I don’t know who this girl is, but goodness, she does articulate what makes the character so wonderful.”
Read Ariel’s heartwarming and honest message (transcript after the picture)!
My dearest Doctor,
How strange it seems to write you. Like a child writing to Santa. You’re fictional, after all. Nonexistent, made up, invented, pure pretend – and yet, you have impacted my life more heavily than anyone living ever has changed me, Doctor. You’ve taught me to cherish each day, to stand up for what’s right, to never solve problems with anger or weapons, to banish hatred, covet knowledge, laugh, love, smile, and live. That’s it! You’ve taught me to live! For so, so long I’d been trapped in self doubt and self-pity and self loathing. You opened me up. You made me see the world beyond myself. You made me see that even in a gray world there is no lack of life – there are thousands – millions – of shades, hues, and textures all blending into a beautiful mosaic just yearning to be explored!
And, I think, I love you. I can’t help it. You’re too wonderful not to love. The only God in the firmament longing to be human. I’ve been searching my whole life for the one person whose opinion I hold highest. The one person who, if the whole world, whole universe despised me, would only need to say he believed in me to make me happy. The one who I’d want to impress above all other – whose respect I’d cherish most dear. All this time searching, and now I’ve found you. Awkward and odd and nerdy as you are, I love you. And I always will.
I wish so terribly that I could travel with you. I sit on the patio at night with all the stars above me and I can almost imagine what it’d feel like to travel through all of time, all of space, whirling and whizzing past galaxies with my Doctor and his box. And, of course, it’s silly, because you aren’t real… but… it’s still so wonderfully lovely to pretend, you know?
Well, my Doctor, I hope I’ve made you proud. I don’t cry anymore. I don’t fight. I get angry only sometimes, and I smile everyday. But most of all, I live. I don’t waste my time with fear, trapped up in a safety box away from everything. I don’t hesitate to live my dreams just because they may challenge the world or cause risk to myself. I go out and really live – because that’s what it’s all about, right? The meaning of life? You showed me that, though I don’t think you know it. Life is about living, feeling your blood rush and pump and feeling your heart swell with emotion. And that’s what I do. Everyday, without fail, I live. And I am estatically, beautifully happy. Thank you for that.