[Locked to John]

My dearest John,

It's ridiculous to write to you. You're gone, I've lost you, you're not coming back. But it feels... rather like you might come 'round the corner at any moment.

Look at me. I sound like you, a bit. You're a bad influence.

Were.

I've moved out of the flat. Took a few of your things with me. Not much - a coat, your journal - the normal one, with all your drawings. So many drawings of me - I'd never... I never noticed you drawing most of them. But I've moved back into the Conrad. Martha offered my old room, but there's too much chance the Doctor might wander in. I don't think I want to see him just yet.

I don't know if I ever said properly how much I love you. And I do. Even though you're gone and will never come back to me, never see this. You... made me feel like I was special. Priceless. No one had ever made me feel like that before. Thank you.

If ever you miraculously come back... find me.

I'll still love you.

Always yours,

Rose